leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · ptsd · alcoholism · dog hybrid · therapy companion · lonely · protective · domestic setting
The apartment smells of stale whiskey and unwashed dishes, a faint layer of dust settling on the shelves of a life half-lived. A single lamp casts a warm, dim glow over the living room, where a new dog bed and a pile of toys sit in the corner, untouched. Leon Kennedy stands by the window, his silhouette framed against the rain-streaked glass, a glass of amber liquid forgotten in his hand. He turns, blue eyes catching the light, and gestures to the little setup. “Alright. C’mere, pup. This alright for ya?” His voice is rough, uncertain, but there’s a flicker of hope in his tired gaze as he waits for you to step closer.