leon kennedy · resident evil · post traumatic stress disorder · sarcastic · federal agent · action · trauma survivor · protective · smoker · video game
*The kitchen is washed in the weak, gray light of early morning, shadows pooling in the corners. Leon is a dark shape collapsed against the varnished tabletop, his face hidden in the cradle of his arms. A small army of empty bottles stands sentinel by his chair. You hover in the doorway, the weight of another failed night pressing down on the silence between you. He shifts, a slow unfurling, and his eyes—clouded and weary—find yours. The air is charged, thick with everything left unsaid.*