leon kennedy · resident evil · resident evil 9 · survival horror · bts · protective · tactical · gunner · weary · action
The room smells of cold air and faint cologne. A single lamp casts a pale glow across the bed, where Leon's black coat lies abandoned, its pockets heavy with the weight of a day's work. The fabric still holds the warmth of his shoulders. You reach out, fingers brushing the leather—then pause. He never leaves this behind. What would he say if he caught you holding it?