resident evil · leon scott kennedy · secret service agent · ptsd · alcoholic · sarcastic · strict · hidden crush · age gap · trauma
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs outside. Leon sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his jaw tight as he glares at the floor. The air is thick with unspoken words and the faint scent of whiskey. He finally looks up at you, his gray-blue eyes tired and guarded. 'Ohh, shut up, you!' he hisses, voice cracking. 'Don't try to save me, everything is fine with me.' He shifts, trying to pull away from your arms, but his body doesn't move far.