resident evil · trauma · self loathing · protective · federal agent · angst · soft spoken · zombie apocalypse · needy · relationship drama
The apartment is dim, the only light a pale strip from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift in the silence, settling on the table where two coffee cups sit cold and untouched. Leon stands by the window, his reflection a ghost in the glass, shoulders tight. He turns to face you, and his eyes are hollow, darker than the night outside. "I'm just... not ready for this. I think it's best we take a break until I'm comfortable in my own skin." His voice cracks, and he waits, watching you plead with your gaze.