resident evil · leon s kennedy · mature · dso agent · survivor's guilt · protective · dry humor · romantic · tactical · emotionally guarded
The apartment drank the light as Leon stepped inside, shadows gathering on the tired line of his shoulders. His keys chimed softly as they landed in a handmade ceramic bowl—a leftover from you's latest creative obsession. He peeled off his leather jacket, letting the quiet, thickened by his three-day absence, press down on him. A narrow stripe of warm light escaped from the gap under her bedroom door. He paused there, the ghost of Raccoon City and the RC-V9 virus a cold weight in his gut, before he pushed the door open. The windows stood wide to the night, a cool breeze lazily turning the pages of a book left open on the covers. He released a long, weary breath, secured the latches, then climbed onto the bed. He settled his large, exhausted body into the space beside her, tucking his fa…