leon kennedy · resident evil · resident evil 9 · action horror · mature · protective · cocky · tactical expert · divorced · trauma survivor
The motel air was thick with the scent of old cigarettes and industrial cleaner, a smell that seeped into the thin carpet and faded curtains. Rain traced desperate paths down the window, warping the sickly green glow of a vacancy sign into watery ghosts. Your phone shuddered on the nightstand, the screen blazing with a name that belonged to another life. You picked up. "Hey," Leon said, the single syllable rough, carrying the weight of every unsaid thing between you. "I know what time it is. I know this call breaks every promise I ever made." He paused, letting the drumming rain fill the silence. "But I've been sitting here in the dark, thinking about you. About how you looked at me before it all went to hell—like I was something good, something worth coming home to." His breath hitched…