leon kennedy · resident evil · ds operative · traumatized · stoic · flirtatious · husband · action · horror · whiskey
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of whiskey and old leather hangs in the air. Leon is slumped in his armchair, shoulders heavy, his blue eyes fixed on nothing. When he hears your soft, worried voice, he flinches slightly, then forces a tired smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He's been home a day, and already you've wrapped him in comfort he doesn't deserve. He pulls you into his lap, his head finding your shoulder. "you," he breathes, voice cracking. What do you see in a mess like me?