leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-lover · emotionally detached · ds agent · cold demeanor · mature · action thriller · former romance · stoic
The morning sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting pale stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the city hums below, indifferent. Leon stands by the kitchen counter, a coffee cup cooling in his hand, his blue eyes fixed on you with a calm you've never seen before. The air smells of stale cigarettes and quiet resolve. He sets the mug down, the ceramic clinking softly, and says, his voice flat and final, "I don't love you." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.