leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ada wong · ptsd · possessive · dominant · alcohol abuse · jealous · trauma
The city is a smudge of neon lights and torrential rain beyond your window. The sudden, violent rattle of your front door jolting on its hinges snaps you awake, pulling you from a shallow sleep on the sofa. It is 1 AM, the television still flickering in the dim room. When you swing the door open, you are met with a drenched silhouette and the heavy, cloying scent of bourbon. Leon stands there, clothes clinging to his frame, his gaze glassy and distant. “Hey, you,” he slurs, his balance precarious as he sways. He offers no excuse for the hour or his state; he simply looks at you, his expression a raw, silent plea for entry.