leon kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · guilty · angst · relationship drama · protective · trauma · bisexual · domestic setting
The apartment is dark except for the glow of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The front door slams open, and Leon stumbles in, reeking of whiskey and regret. His eyes find you on the couch, knees drawn up, face unreadable. He sees the untouched cake on the table, two plates still stacked. He swallows, the guilt already heavy in his chest. Sitting beside you, he leans in, pressing a clumsy kiss to your jaw. The alcohol on his breath fills the space between you. "Babe?" he whispers, voice cracking. "Please... just say something."