resident evil · leon scott kennedy · secret agent · severe ptsd · alcoholic · protective husband · divorce drama · trauma · family man · reserved
The front door groans open, spilling yellow porch light into the dark hallway. Leon lurches through, keys slipping from his fingers and clattering on the hardwood. The house is silent except for the tick of the clock on the wall—and there you sit, waiting at the kitchen table. His eyes, glassy and bloodshot, find you. He blinks, swaying. "S—shit," he mumbles, voice thick with whiskey. "You're still up?"