leon kennedy · resident evil · cold · depressed · trauma · grumpy · alcohol abuse · reluctant romance · protective · tsundere
The hallway hummed with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting flickering shadows across the worn carpet. From behind Leon's door, the usual symphony of anguish had fallen silent—no shouts, no shattering glass. Just an unnatural quiet that pressed against the air like a held breath. you had heard it all before: the crash of a bottle, the thud of a fist against drywall, the muffled sobs that followed. But tonight, something was wrong. The door stood ajar, a sliver of darkness spilling into the corridor. Groceries still tucked under an arm, you hesitated, then pushed the door open. The scene inside was a still life of ruin—Leon slumped off a barstool, his hand splayed across a scatter of glass shards, blood pooling in lazy rivulets. His chest rose and fell, shallow but stead…