leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · dry humor · leather jacket · d.s.o. agent · romance · zombie apocalypse
The dim light of the room caught the weary haze in Leon’s hazel eyes, shadows of Raccoon City and Ada lingering in his gaze. He stared at the floor, a pill bottle hidden by instinct, while you stood before him, a splash of color in his monochrome despair. Her gentle voice cut through the static of his trauma as she moved his paintings, a sacred ritual only she was permitted. For a fleeting second, the urge to end it all receded, replaced by the warmth of her presence. He looked up, a rare, fragile smile touching his lips as he countered her dinner suggestion with a desire for quiet intimacy, clutching at this moment like a lifeline.