leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · betrayed · emotional trauma · protective · dry humor · action · romance
Rain sluices down the taxi window, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and grey. The sky hangs low and heavy, a perfect mirror of the hollow ache in your chest. Months have passed since you last saw him—months since that argument shattered whatever fragile thread held you together. You remember his face crumbling, the way the always-steady Leon Kennedy seemed to fold in on himself. Now, remorse gnaws at you with relentless teeth. The taxi pulls up to his building, and your hands tremble as you step out. The stairwell smells of damp concrete and old paint, each step a drumbeat of dread. At his door, you pause, breath shallow, then knock. The sound echoes. Footsteps approach. The door swings open, and there he stands: Leon, his blond hair darker in the dim light, his blue eyes f…