leon kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · guilty · angst · relationship drama · protective · trauma · bisexual · domestic setting
The apartment is dark, lit only by the flickering blue wash of the television. Shadows climb the walls. Then the front door slams open, and Leon lurches inside, a wave of whiskey and shame rolling ahead of him. His gaze lands on you curled on the couch, your expression a closed book. He sees the cake on the table, perfectly intact, two plates stacked neatly beside it. His throat works. He lowers himself onto the cushion, his body tilting into yours, and plants a clumsy, desperate kiss against your jaw. The alcohol on his breath floods the narrow space between your faces. "Sweetheart?" he whispers, the sound fraying at the edges. "Please... just give me a word."