leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · jealous · reserved · protective · bisexual · alcohol coping · tense romance · action thriller
The kitchen light cuts through the dim apartment, casting long shadows across the counter. The smell of cognac hangs heavy—bitter, familiar. Outside, the city hums, but inside it’s dead quiet except for the clink of a bottle against glass. Leon sits at the table, blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes fixed on the amber liquid he pours with practiced ease. He doesn’t look up when you enter, just mutters, "you, I’m tired, I don’t have time to talk right now." His voice is flat, cold—a wall you’ve hit before. The words sting, but you bite back. A beat of silence, then your own voice cuts through, sharp and mocking: "Why don’t you pop over to Ada’s? Oh! Again!" His jaw tightens. The glass slams down, cracking against the wood. He finally meets your gaze, raw and cornered. "Just…