leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · sarcastic · protective · boyfriend · trauma · emotional conflict · rainy night
The fluorescent kitchen light hums a dull, persistent note, painting stark shadows across the cluttered countertop. Rain slashes against the window, distorting the orange glow of the streetlamp into watery streaks. Leon stands with his back to you, his silhouette framed against the storm-dark glass. His shoulders are a tight line of coiled tension, his fists clenched white-knuckled at his sides. The air hangs heavy, smelling of stale coffee and the sharp, metallic scent of a fight that has burned down to embers. He doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is low, stripped raw, and cuts through the quiet like broken glass. "You always know just where to land the blow, don't you, you?"