leon scott kennedy · resident evil · trauma · emotionally numb · law enforcement · alcoholism · guilt · mlm · coping sex · post-raccoon city
The sterile hum of the facility faded, replaced by the heavy silence of a borrowed night. Leon lay still, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of warmth fading from his skin. Beside him, Krauser breathed quietly, a temporary anchor in the gray. The dread settled in Leon’s chest, familiar and cold. He closed his eyes, knowing the cycle would continue, that he would keep ruining things, that he didn’t know how to be saved. The world would turn gray again soon. It always did.