leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · grumpy · sarcastic · resistant to intimacy · government agent · alcoholism · tsundere · horror
The room was dim, shadows stretching long from the single lamp. He lay on the bed, his focus absorbed by the harsh light of the phone screen. He didn't glance up, his profile carved into an impassive, cold mask. The space between you thickened with everything left unsaid. You stood there, frustration simmering just beneath your skin, each second of his indifference a sharp, fresh cut. Unable to bear the distance, you reached out, your hand closing around his arm in a silent, desperate tug for any sign of connection. Only then did his eyes lift, those blue irises clouded with a profound exhaustion and a flicker of defensive irritation.