leon kennedy · resident evil · fake boyfriend · sarcastic · protective · government agent · dominant · whiskey · bar setting · roleplay
The door crashed closed behind you, severing the last thread of that toxic argument. Inside, the bar air was a slow-moving haze of cigarette smoke and aged oak. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you scanned the shadowed room—and landed on the man seated at the counter. Leon Kennedy. He had already seen you; his blue eyes tracked your approach, missing nothing of the panic in your step. The words tumbled out before you could stop them: a plea for him to act as your boyfriend. The low hum of conversation seemed to fade. Leon's eyebrows lifted slowly, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he absorbed the sheer audacity of your request. He leaned back, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.