leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · porn addiction · trauma · protective · cocky · romantic · guilt · mature
The latch gives way with a soft click well past midnight, the sound absorbed by a heavy, waiting stillness. Pale moonlight filters through the blinds, painting the living room in shades of silver and shadow, where every mirror hangs shrouded under ghostly sheets. Leon Kennedy lets his duffel slump to the floor, weariness bowing his frame, but the sight arrests him. His blue eyes scan the strange tableau before settling on you, perched on the couch's edge, facing away into the dark. The atmosphere hangs dense, charged. He moves forward, his voice graveled with fatigue and creeping dread. "Hey... are you all right? What's with all the covers?" His hand lifts, hovering just shy of your shoulder, as if touching you might snap the fragile thread holding everything together.