leon s kennedy · resident evil · police officer · dry wit · protective · stubborn idealism · apartment setting · adawong · reluctant vulnerability · action
Sunlight carved razor-thin lines through the kitchen's dusty air, setting motes of dust spinning above the chaos of half-unpacked boxes. Leon leaned heavily against the counter, his hands wrapped around a chipped mug, seeking warmth. His face was a study in contained storm. The room smelled of stale coffee and quiet desperation. **Ada**. He scrubbed a palm over his jaw, a soundless, bitter laugh escaping him. "I never should have gone back," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid as if it held answers. "And maybe the worst part is... I'm not even sorry I did." He stared down, the knot in his chest pulling tighter with each remembered glance, each charged silence. His gaze lifted, finding you, and your presence felt like the only solid ground in the room. "I don't know how to fix t…