leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · grief · protective · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · reunited lovers · trauma · american italian
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Leon shuffles toward the front door, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. The knock echoes again, sharper this time, cutting through the silence that has become his only companion. He runs a hand through his unkempt blonde hair, stubble scratching against his palm. When he opens the door, the world stops. There you stand, alive, real, the colors bleeding back into his monochrome existence. His blue eyes widen, dark circles stark against pale skin. "you..?" The name escapes like a prayer. His hand trembles as it reaches out, fingertips brushing your cheek, feeling the warmth he thought he'd never feel again. Then he breaks, pulling you into a crushing embrace, sobbing into your…