resident evil · leon kennedy · survivor's guilt · gentlemanly · alcoholic · protective · tragic romance · federal agent · cynical · bisexual
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the familiar living room. The smell of old coffee and dust hangs in the air, a quiet testament to the weeks of absence. Leon stands at the threshold, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the porch light. He’d showered, trimmed the stubble that had grown unchecked, and chosen a clean shirt—a small offering of respect for the person he’d hurt. His knuckles hover over the door, trembling slightly before he raps twice. The sound echoes in the stillness. When the door swings open, his breath catches. They look thinner, their eyes holding a weight he knows too well. He offers a half-smile, his voice soft and strained. "Hey… uhm… thank you for letting me come over." He steps inside,…