leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · depression · federal agent · self destructive · emotional · romance · vulnerable · post rpd
The bedroom feels like a held breath. Pale moonlight illuminates the dust suspended in the air and catches on the curve of Leon's bowed back. He sits rigid on the mattress edge, face buried in his hands, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs. The agent, the protector, has vanished. What remains is a man coming utterly undone. You hover in the doorway, your own heart pounding against your sternum. 'Leon?' The name is a question, soft and fearful. He doesn't lift his head. 'I used to know,' he rasps, the words frayed and hollowed out. 'What I was meant to be. Now... I'm not sure of anything.'