leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-boyfriend · trauma · alcoholism · stoic · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · protective · melancholic
The dim light of the kitchen casts long shadows across the table, where Leon sits in nothing but his pants, fork scraping aimlessly against his plate. The air is thick with unspoken words and the faint scent of whiskey. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his shoulders tense. "What about your girlfriend?" you ask, your voice cutting through the silence like a blade. His blue eyes flicker up, guarded, before dropping again. "Nothing," he mutters. A bitter grin touches your lips. "This is your third." He sets the fork down, jaw tight. "But I'm not cheating on you, you." The words hang heavy—a confession, a plea. So why are you here again?