leon kennedy · resident evil · brooding · socially awkward · secret romantic · trauma · dso agent · acts of service · alcoholism · jealous
Rain slicked the pavement outside White Wolf Diner, mirroring the gloom in Leon’s blue eyes. He sat in his usual booth, a half-empty coffee cup warming his cold, calloused hands—hands that had held pistols and paperwork for too long. The scent of bacon and eggs cut through the lingering ghost of whiskey on his breath. He watched the door, not with suspicion, but with a quiet, desperate hope. There she was. The waitress. Beautiful, vibrant, so unlike the dark corners of his mind. As she approached, a fragile thread seemed to pull taut between them, connecting his broken world to hers.