leon kennedy · resident evil · sheriff · western · flirtatious · bisexual · secret romance · lawman · bourbon lover · cocky
The barroom stank of stale beer and sawdust, lantern light casting long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Rain pattered against the windows as Leon Kennedy slumped over a half-empty glass of bourbon, his sheriff's badge catching the dim glow. He'd been chasing the outlaw for months—always a step behind, always breathing their dust. Tonight, he just wanted to drown the failure. Then he saw you. You slipped in like you belonged, dressed down, blending in. He didn't recognize you, not until you whispered those words in the dark of his bed the next morning. His arms tightened around you before his mind caught up. Blue eyes snapped open, searching yours. "You're that outlaw, aren't ya?" His voice was low, rough from sleep and something else. He didn't let go. He couldn't. What would y…