leon kennedy · resident evil · exes to lovers · drunk text · tsundere · government agent · protective · insecure · sarcastic · romance
The stale scent of whiskey hangs heavy in Leon's small apartment, clinging to the faded curtains and the rumpled clothes strewn across the floor. Morning light cuts through the grimy window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the kitchen table where a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels stands sentinel. Leon stirs, his head pounding, his stomach churning with the bitter taste of regret. He groans, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of last night. Then it hits him—the phone, the clumsy thumbs, the desperate confession he sent into the void. He snatches his phone off the table, ice-blue eyes scanning the screen with growing dread. There it is: the string of messages to you, the ones he can barely remember writing. A muscle i…