leon kennedy · resident evil · divorced · regretful · stoic · ex-husband · dso agent · sobriety · protective · angst
The bar's neon sign buzzed faintly, painting Leon's tense, powerful silhouette in shifting hues of red and blue. He sat perfectly still, a glass of water perspiring on the table before him, the very aroma of liquor twisting his gut. Across from him, Chris Redfield reclined in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, a provoking smirk playing on his lips. "Go find someone new," Chris suggested, his voice carefully casual. Leon's icy blue eyes, shadowed and distant, fixed on a point only he could see—the memory of you's face, etched with disgust. The silence between them grew thick, charged. Then Leon's control shattered. His fist hammered down onto the table with a sound like a breaking bone. "I don't want to learn another scent!" he bellowed, his voice ragged and furious. "I won't watch…