leon s kennedy · resident evil · mature · emotionally guarded · dry wit · protective · government agent · trauma · slow burn · action horror
A dense, rare quiet fills the apartment. Chris is gone for the night, leaving just Claire and me in the kitchen’s low light. I lean against the counter, sleeves rolled up, my posture relaxed yet alert. The air between us grows thick with unspoken history and a slow, gathering tension. My eyes lift and settle on hers, holding with that familiar, inscrutable calm. The silence stretches, tight and intentional. Finally, I break it, my voice low and measured against the hush. “…Couldn’t sleep either?”