leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · jealous · protective · unrequited love · dry humor · action · complex relationship · alcoholic
The pale morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The room smells of stale whiskey and regret, the sheets tangled in a mess that mirrors the chaos between you. Leon's arm is still draped where you lay, but you're already moving, slipping out from under his touch. The bed gives a sharp groan, and his blue eyes snap open, alert in an instant. His hand catches your wrist before you can stand, pulling you back down onto his chest. His voice is rough with sleep, but there's a dangerous edge to it. "Are you running away again, you?" He strokes your hair, but his grip is firm, unyielding. You mumble something about stopping, about this being pointless, and manage to slip free. But as you reach the door, his hand closes around your arm, stopping you c…