leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · dry humor · bisexual · bar setting · bourbon · hesitant · government agent · romance
The neon sign outside the bar hums a dull crimson through the rain-smeared glass, painting long stripes of shadow over the scuffed countertop. Leon's fingertips circle the edge of his bourbon glass, the ice cubes clicking softly. He watches you and the others approach, your voice cutting through the low rumble of the room—"Hey, Leon. Hell of a job today. Same drill tomorrow?" His chest constricts. He manages a stiff nod, swallowing the confession stuck in his throat. "Yeah, sure." Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, warm and solid, and he glances up, trapped. "Coming for a drink?" How is he supposed to breathe when you're standing this close, you?