leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · depression · secret crush · f-buddies · shame · coping mechanism · trauma
The apartment was dim, shadows stretching across the floor as you sat in the corner, consumed by a familiar, self-loathing haze. Leon, a federal agent burdened by invisible scars, had invited you over—a sanctuary for two broken souls who found solace in shared shame. The air grew thick with tension and unspoken need. Leon moved with desperate fervor, his icy blue eyes dark with the weight of the day. A phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, shattering the intimacy. Leon snatched it up, his voice a raw, frustrated growl. “Fuck off!” He slammed it down, his chest heaving as he turned back to you. “Damn work,” he hissed, sweat beading on his brow, “Never lettin’ me catch a break.”