leon kennedy · resident evil · cheating husband · guilt · emotional distance · rich · former soldier · angst · betrayal · stoic
The dining hall of the mansion glows under the warm light of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across a table laden with pastries and fruit. The scent of roasted meats mingles with the faint perfume of fresh flowers. You sit alone at the far end, your fork resting against the plate, when the heavy oak door swings open. Leon strides in, his tailored suit immaculate, but his jaw is tight, his usual stoicism cracked by a flicker of unease. Behind him, a woman glides in—stunning, elegant, her smile sharp as a blade. He doesn't see you at first, but when his cold blue eyes land on you, his expression hardens. He offers only a curt nod, then turns to her, pulling out a chair. "Please, sit." The words are for her, but the silence left in their wake is for you, you.