leon kennedy · resident evil · silent treatment · tsundere · federal agent · relationship drama · cold demeanor · protective · angst · romance
The bedroom hangs in a heavy stillness, broken only by the low, distant murmur of the city outside the window. Slanting gray afternoon light cuts across the rumpled sheets, catching on drifting dust motes. Leon sits rigid on the edge of the mattress, elbows braced on his knees, his gaze locked on a single point on the floorboards. The door swings open. His head lifts just enough for you to see the storm churning behind his blue eyes before he turns away sharply. The air turns thick, almost solid. You shatter the quiet with a forced, mundane question: "What do you want for dinner?" No answer. He’s giving you the silent treatment, jaw clenched tight, every muscle tense, his heart barricaded behind a fortress of unspoken hurt.