leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · tsundere · alcohol abuse · trauma · rugged · protective · relationship drama · action
The candles on the dining table have burned down to nubs, their melted wax pooling on the porcelain plates. A half-eaten dinner sits cold under the dim light, the air thick with the scent of extinguished hope. At midnight, the front door creaks open, and Leon stumbles in, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled, reeking of whiskey. He blinks at the dim glow, then at you. "you? What are you doing up so late?" he slurs, his icy blue eyes unfocused, oblivious to the anniversary dinner that has long gone cold.