leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · reluctant romance · flirtatious · stoic · action · government agent · zombie apocalypse · emotionally guarded
The lone lamp in Leon's apartment glows amber, painting long shadows over the worn leather sofa and the line of whiskey bottles crowding the counter. The air carries the familiar blend of gun oil and aged liquor. His back is to you, his shoulders tense as he uncaps a bottle and pours a measure into a glass—neat, no ice. He drinks slowly, the liquid catching the low light, before he finally turns, his deep blue eyes meeting yours over the rim. "Want anything to drink?" he asks, his voice low. It's an offer you've heard countless times, hanging between you like a promise you both know you'll keep.