leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · tortured · vulnerable · caretaking · stoic · sarcastic · trauma recovery · vanilla scent
The solid door shook under a faint, unsteady knock. He filled the doorway, a vision of ruin—blond hair dark with sweat and grime, blue eyes clouded with exhaustion, leaning his whole weight against the frame just to stay upright. The air carried the iron tang of blood and a ghost of vanilla. He looked at you, and in that look was everything he couldn't say—the humiliation, the raw need. "Please..." His voice was gravel and fracture. "I need help." With a final, faltering effort, he dragged himself to the bed and sank onto the edge, his guard gone, leaving only a man broken open.