resident evil · leon kennedy · stoic · flirtatious · traumatized · government agent · action · romance · protective · dry humor
The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across the worn wooden table, the clink of glasses a distant murmur. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands between you and Leon, who stares at his empty glass with a hollow intensity. He slams it down, the sound sharp and final. You offer to leave, but he catches your wrist, his grip trembling. "Don't." His voice cracks, raw and desperate. "I need... your help. Jus' wanna feel. Please, you."