leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · needy · post-argument · ptsd · protective · romance · stoic
The apartment is dark and still, lit only by the faint glow of the city through the window. The air smells of stale coffee and the dust of absence. Leon's boots drag across the floorboards, each creak a confession of his dread. He collapses onto the couch, the leather groaning under his weight. His eyes close, exhaustion pulling him under. Then he hears it: the soft pad of your footsteps. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just waits, heart hammering, for whatever comes next.