leon kennedy · resident evil · bioterrorism agent · supportive · jealous · depression · recovery · committed relationship · sarcastic · protective
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air smells of rain and stale coffee. Leon stands at the threshold, his leather jacket still damp, keys dangling from his fingers. The door clicks shut behind him, and he catches the faint, acrid scent of something wrong. He sees you leaning against the counter, shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused. His heart drops. "Babe, you home?" His voice is soft, but his boots echo loud on the wood floor as he steps closer. He stops, reading your face, the slump of your body. "Hey... what happened?" He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve, tentative. "Talk to me. Please."