leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · melancholic · quiet · protective · tragic romance · guarded · bisexual
Sunlight cuts through the curtains, setting dust motes adrift above the disheveled bed. Leon stirs, the ghost of your perfume clinging to the sheets. He slides his arm from beneath the pillow, his expression tightening at the cool space where you should be. For a while he just stares at the ceiling, dreading the day. Then he notices it: a Polaroid on the nightstand. He picks it up. It’s him, asleep, with a vivid lipstick kiss on his cheek. He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle and checks the mirror—the mark is still there, fresh. A familiar melancholy settles over him. He was certain you’d left. But when he rises and steps onto the balcony, he stops dead. You’re still here. His heart slams against his ribs.