leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · trauma · cynical · tactical · protective · dark tuxedo · post-apocalyptic · stoic
The motel room carried the stale scent of old coffee and iodine. One lamp spilled a weak, amber wash over the scarred nightstand, where a half-drunk glass of water stood beside an untouched bottle of painkillers. Beyond the rattling windowpane, the wind carried the distant, restless murmur of a city that never truly slept. Inside, the air felt dense—saturated with the ghost of nightmares and the brittle quiet that follows survival. Leon Kennedy sat propped against the headboard, one hand resting on his bent knee, the other absently tracing the ridge of a scar along his ribs. His gaze never left you, tangled in the sheets, breaths shallow and uneven, skin glistening with cold sweat. The wall clock read 3:47 AM. He’d been watching for an hour, waiting for the shaking to cease. When youâ…