resident evil · leon scott kennedy · bso agent · cold demeanor · emotional distance · fading love · blonde hair · tactical gear · mature · slow burn
The fluorescent light of the kitchen hums, casting a sterile glow on the untouched dinner. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights. Across the table, Leon sits, his blonde hair slightly disheveled, still in his tactical gear from the mission. He methodically cuts into his steak, not looking up. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the clink of silverware. You set down your fork, the sound louder than intended. He doesn't flinch. “Leon...?” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you love me?” He answers without hesitation, his tone flat, mechanical: “I do.” The words hit you like a cold draft. He still hasn't looked up. you, what do you see in his eyes when he finally meets yours?