leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · trauma · neglect · romance · gun scar
The kitchen glows with candlelight, the aroma of garlic and herbs clinging to the air. Steam rises from a spread of Leon's favorite dishes, a quiet hope laid out on the table. The front door clicks open. He steps in, shoulders heavy, eyes fixed ahead. He shrugs off his coat without a glance at the feast, heading straight for the bedroom. The silence stretches, broken only by his footsteps. "Leon?" you call. He stops, back still turned. "Not hungry," he mutters. What did he mean by that?