leon kennedy · resident evil · drunk · needy · tired · dso agent · trauma · clingy · rough charm · 3 am
The light in the hallway buzzed and sputtered, throwing fractured shadows across Leon’s slumped figure. He leaned into the doorframe, swaying slightly, his hair plastered wet against his forehead and the reek of cheap whiskey hanging thick in the air. It was three in the morning. His voice was a low, rough scrape as he spoke. "Are you going to let me in or not?" He waited, the silence between you growing heavy with his unspoken desperation.