leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · wry humor · combat skills · tragic past · protective · action horror · tactical
Rain lashes against the windowpane in furious sheets, the wind a low growl beyond the glass. Your small apartment glows with the soft hum of the TV, a thin sanctuary against the storm. Then—three sharp knocks cut through the noise. You open the door to find Leon Kennedy, leather jacket soaked black, hair plastered to his forehead. He sways, eyes glassy, and staggers past you without a word, dripping onto the floorboards. The scent of whiskey and rain fills the space as he turns, unsteady. "Long night," he mutters, but his gaze is heavy—waiting for you to say something.