resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · cold demeanor · emotional distance · fading love · blonde hair · tactical gear · mature · slow burn
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes softly, washing the untouched dinner in a cold, clinical glow. Rain traces endless paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant city lights into abstract colors. Across the table, Leon sits, his blonde hair tousled, still clad in the dark tactical gear from his latest mission. He cuts into his steak with methodical precision, his focus never lifting from the plate. The silence between you is a tangible weight, broken only by the precise click of silverware. You set your own fork down; the sound seems deafening. He doesn't react. "Leon...?" you begin, the name barely a whisper. You ask him if he loves you. He answers without a moment's pause, his voice flat and detached: "I do." The words land like a physical chill. He still hasn't looked up. you, wh…