leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · ptsd · tired · protective · mature · blonde hair · blue eyes · friendship
The evening light slants through the half-drawn blinds of Leon's apartment, casting long shadows across the polished floor—too clean, too orderly, the kind of sterile calm that screams a final decision. The air smells of lemon polish and something metallic, faint but unmistakable. You burst through the open door, your jacket still unzipped, breath ragged from the sprint up the stairs. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft click of a safety catch. And then you see him—Leon, sitting on the edge of the couch, his back to you, the gun in his hand pressed against his temple. "Leon!" The name tears from your throat, raw and desperate. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tighten, a tremor running through them. "You weren't supposed to hear that message yet." His voice is calm, hollow,…