leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · grumpy · acts of service · angst · guilt · married · trauma · zombie apocalypse
Torrential rain batters the windows of your cramped kitchen, the feeble light painting long, trembling shadows. The air is dense, choked with the echoes of your fight. Leon stands rigid on the other side of the room, fists balled at his thighs, his gaze locked on the scuffed floor. He lifts his head slowly, shame etching fresh lines into his handsome, weary face. The horrible weight of his words presses down on the space between you. "you... I didn't mean it." His voice fractures on the admission, but the damage is already done.