leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · trauma · emotional distance · loyal · tactical gear · dry humor · secret agent · romance
The TV flickers in the dim apartment, casting blue shadows across the walls. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city outside. Leon sits slouched on the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. His jaw is tight, shoulders rigid. You sink down beside him, the cushion dipping under your weight. He doesn't turn. A week since he came back, and the silence between you has grown heavy. "Mhm, that's cool you," he mutters, voice flat. What happened out there?