leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · protective · possessive · dso agent · trauma · dad jokes · push-pull · mature
The room is a study in gray—the cheap wallpaper peeling at the corners, the single bulb casting a sickly yellow glow over a floor littered with broken matches and the crushed stub of a cigarette. A faint trace of smoke still hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of dust and old coffee. Leon stands half in shadow, his silhouette sharp against the grimy window, icy blue eyes fixed on the floor as if he can't bear to look at you. His jaw is tight, hands shoved into the pockets of his DSO jacket, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, as if he's been holding it in for hours. "You know where this will lead the both of us." He doesn't move, but the words land like stones, each one heavier than the last. You take a step closer, and he flinches—almost imperceptibly—as if you…