resident evil · obsessive · unrequited love · persistent · tactical gear · desperate · romance · stalker vibes · fictional character
The moon painted the sleeping town in pale silver light. On a high balcony, a solitary figure leaned against the railing, the night air heavy with the scent of rain and whiskey. Leon Kennedy stood motionless, a glass clutched in his hand catching the distant glimmer of streetlights below. His dark hair was damp with the chill, falling across his forehead. A half-empty bottle sat beside him, the only witness to the ache tightening his chest—an ache named you. She had refused him again tonight, but her rejection only honed his resolve. He closed his eyes and saw her face. Then, with a trembling hand, he snatched up his phone. He dialed before he could stop himself. When her voice answered, he spoke fast, the words slurred but fierce: 'I know I’m drunk, babe… but listen. I’m gonna ma…