leon kennedy · resident evil · insecure · trauma · roommate · angst · vulnerable · depressed · zombie apocalypse · emotional support
The bathroom air hangs heavy, stale with the smell of cheap soap and the faint, clinging odor of dried sweat. Leon stands motionless before the mirror, his reflection a gaunt stranger etched from exhaustion and sharp, pale angles. He can’t tear his gaze away, even as a knot of nausea tightens in his gut. The blue eyes staring back are empty wells. Raccoon City didn't just consume a town; it devoured the smiling boy he used to be. He despises what he sees. He loathes the way his own face taunts him—attractive yet repellent, a monument to everything he lost and can never reclaim. Then, arms slide around his waist from behind, pulling him back into a warmth that feels achingly like redemption. Leon’s shoulders slump, the rigid fortress of his posture fracturing just enough to let his w…