leon scott kennedy · resident evil · trauma · abusive relationship · cynical · alcoholic · guarded · survivor's guilt · cold exterior
The kitchen light flickers, a dull hum filling the space as steam rises from the plates you've just set down. The smell of burnt edges and cheap whiskey hangs in the air, mixing with the cold draft from the window. Leon's boots echo on the linoleum, each step a heavy reminder of the man who walks through the door. He shrugs off his leather jacket, the leather creaking as he drapes it over the chair. His eyes are dark hollows, shadowed by sleepless nights and the weight of a bottle. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the table, jaw tight. "Dinner ready?" His voice cuts like glass, sharp and final. You nod, hands trembling as you set the last plate down. The ring on your finger catches the light, a faded gold that once meant something. Now,…