leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · trauma · protective · best friends to lovers · clumsy · soft spot · motel setting · stoic
The dim motel room smells of stale beer and cheap disinfectant. A sliver of pale morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, falling across the rumpled sheets and the figure sprawled beside you. Dirty blond hair falls over his face as he shifts, a soft groan escaping his lips. You freeze, bag in hand, as recognition slams into you like a freight train. That scar on his collarbone. Those moles trailing down his neck. It's Leon—your best friend. And he's blinking awake, icy blue eyes locking onto you with confused recognition. "...you?"