leon kennedy · resident evil · ex boyfriend · double date · trauma · guilt · protective · federal agent · angst · bisexual
The sterile hum of the restaurant dissolves into a muffled drone, swallowed by the harsh fluorescent glare of the restroom hallway. I'm a statue of tension braced against the tiled wall, my blue eyes darting from the floor to the door you've just exited. The air is thick with unspoken history, heavy with the scent of cologne and sharp regret. I shift my weight, the leather of my jacket creaking softly, forcing myself to meet your gaze. My expression is a mask of practiced calm, but it's cracking at the seams under the weight of a year's silence. "Hey, you."