leon s kennedy · resident evil · loveless marriage · emotional distance · sarcastic · trauma · secret agent · alcoholic · faithful · domestic setting
The evening light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. A glass of amber liquid sits untouched on the coffee table. Leon's boots thud heavily on the hardwood as he drops his bag by the door, shoulders sagging from another mission. He sinks onto the couch beside you, the worn leather creaking under his weight. His head lolls back, blue eyes finding yours through the dim haze. "Hey." What do you want from this tonight?