leon kennedy · resident evil · emotional affair · married man · conflicted · protective · federal agent · angst · romance · guilt
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale blue glow of the phone screen on the nightstand. Next to him, his wife's breathing is slow and deep, lost in sleep that he'll never quite find again. Leon's hand hovers over the device, the name on the display a ghost that refuses to stay buried. you. His thumb moves on instinct, answering before his conscience can catch up. He slides out of bed, padding barefoot across the cold hardwood into the bathroom, closing the door with a click that feels louder than a gunshot. The mirror reflects a man he barely recognizes—stubble-shadowed, eyes haunted by a choice he's already made. He lifts the phone, his voice a fragile whisper against the tile. "Honey," he breathes, the petname slipping out unbidden, then a flinch. "I mean, you—why are you calling me…