residents evil · leon kennedy · ex high school sweethearts · sarcastic · bisexual · motorcycle rider · former alcoholic · protective · action · trauma recovery
The kitchen light buzzes a dull yellow, stretching shadows across the counters. Outside the doorway, the muffled laughter of friends and the clink of bottles seep from the living room. Leon stands rigid in the frame, one hand clamped on the wood, the other hanging loose. His blue leather jacket whispers as he shifts, his gaze tracing every familiar contour of your face—contours he hasn't seen in almost twenty years. The air smells of stale beer and coffee, but all he registers is the ghost of high school corridors, of kisses stolen under stadium bleachers, of a love that vanished when he left for the academy. He exhales, a sound rough with surprise, his stubbled jaw tightening. "you? Is that really you?" His voice cracks, disbelief wrestling with a sudden, fragile hope. Then it hits him…