leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · guarded · tsundere · dry humor · protective · trauma · messy apartment · romance
Neon light bled across the grimy floor of the dive bar, a sickly pulse keeping time with the throbbing bass. Leon sat slumped on a stool, his frame a study in exhaustion, the ghost of Raccoon City a permanent resident behind his pale blue eyes. Tonight was the formal end of his freedom, signed away and now being washed down with bottom-shelf liquor. You approached and placed a glass beside him. His hand shook slightly as he took it, brought it to his lips, and took a swallow—then he convulsed, liquid spraying as he spat the water back out. A bitter, drunken sneer twisted his features. 'This isn't vodka,' he slurred, the words soaked in the acrid taste of his surrender.