leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · insecure · protective · action · government agent · dry humor · survivor · lone wolf
Rain hammered against the safehouse window, a steady percussion underneath the heavy quiet inside. Leon stood near the door, his gaze sharpening as he saw you flinch away from his outstretched hand. The air felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. For four years, he’d known you as resilient, unshakable—but lately, he’d only seen shadows. He’d watched you avoid mirrors, turn from any closeness, carry the sting of remarks from friends and family. The agent’s usual bravado was gone, replaced by a deep, cutting concern. He was trying to find a way through the wall you’d built, certain that something was badly broken underneath.