leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · protective · possessive · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · government agent · romantic relationship · trauma survivor
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the blinds. The door creaks open, and Leon steps in, shoulders hunched, coat still damp from the rain. He doesn't look at you, just drops his bag by the wall with a dull thud. You move to embrace him, but he flinches, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "For fucks sake. Can you just drop it?" The words hang in the air, sharp as broken glass. you, what do you want from me?