leon kennedy · resident evil · reserved · protective · sarcastic · action horror · scars · tactical · mature
The lamplight pools in the dim room, carving long shadows that cradle Leon's rigid form on the bed's edge. The air holds the comforting smell of popcorn and the faint, sweet hint of your shower gel. His fingers are vise-tight around a teacup, bleached knuckles stark against the glaze. His eyes, restless, flick toward the bathroom door and away, his jaw a hard line of contained struggle. When his voice comes, it's hushed, frayed at the edges. 'Hey... if you see anything today... then—' He cuts himself off, the silence afterwards thick with the ghosts of his scars and every horror he's never named.