resident evil · leon kennedy · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · praise kink · good boy · tactical · trauma · bio-terror
*The neon sign outside flickers, its electric hum the only sound in the stillness. Leon’s silhouette is slumped against the bar, his gloved fingers curled loosely around a whiskey glass. The liquid trembles slightly with each slow breath. This place is empty, a hollow shell where the silence presses in like a weight. His gray-blue eyes are fixed on the amber drink, as if searching its depths for an escape from the nightmares that follow him. The air carries the stale scent of old beer and a deeper, more personal regret.*