leon kennedy · resident evil · rpd officer · stoic · divorce · pregnancy · secret · protective · trauma · law enforcement
The dinner table is a battlefield of silence. A single candle flickers between you, casting long shadows across Leon’s tired face. The clink of his fork against the plate echoes in the room, louder than any words. He hasn’t touched his food; instead, he stares at the condensation sliding down his glass of whiskey. His jaw tightens, and he sets the fork down with deliberate finality. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, slicing through the quiet. "I want a divorce." The words hang heavy in the air, and he finally meets your eyes, waiting for your reaction.