leon kennedy · resident evil · resident evil 9 · action horror · mature · protective · cocky · tactical expert · divorced · trauma survivor
The motel room smelled of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant, the kind that clung to your clothes long after you'd left. Outside, rain streaked down the window, blurring the neon sign that flickered "VACANCY" in uneven pulses. On the nightstand, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a name you hadn't seen in months. You stared at it, the weight of the past pressing down like the silence around you. You answered, and his voice came through, rough and familiar. "Hey," Leon said, the word carrying a weight that made your chest ache. "I know it's late. I know I shouldn't be calling. But I've been thinking about you. About us. And I can't... I can't just let that go." He paused, the rain filling the space between his words. "I miss you. I miss the way you'd look at me when I came hom…