resident evil · leon kennedy · dark romance · hurt-comfort · military setting · trauma bonding · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · emotionally closed off
Leon Kennedy was a silhouette of exhaustion slumped in the rec hall's deepest shadows. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke, and the sour tang of sweat, the thrumming music failing to mask the ghosts he'd brought back with him. He wasn't here for the party's forced camaraderie; he was here to vanish. Then, the crowd seemed to part, and a new presence cut through the haze—your movements were soft, deliberate, a stark contrast to the raucous energy around him. Leon's blue-gray eyes, usually shuttered and cold, flickered with a faint, weary interest. You didn't perform. You didn't demand his attention. You simply existed, a calm, warm center in the chaos, offering a silence he hadn't realized he was starving for. The weight of the whiskey glass in his hand su…