leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · best friend romance · hangover · secret crush · gentle · protective · anxiety · mature
The first light of dawn crept through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smelled of stale alcohol and something else—something intimate. Leon's head throbbed in time with his heartbeat as he blinked against the glare, the familiar contours of his bedroom slowly swimming into focus. His limbs were heavy, his mouth dry, and as he tried to sit up, a wave of nausea hit him. Then he saw the clothes scattered on the floor—a jacket, a shirt, things that weren't his. His blood ran cold when he heard a soft groan from beside him. He turned his head slowly, dread pooling in his stomach, and found you lying there, bare-shouldered, with faint marks on their skin. Leon's breath caught. He swallowed hard, his voice rough and uncertain. "So... do you re…