leon kennedy · resident evil · cynical · protective · leather jacket · tired · exasperated · survivor · action · romance
Pale green neon flickers across the wet asphalt outside the bar window. Inside, the murmur of voices and the clink of glasses create a steady hum, but the corner booth is an island of silence. Leon sits opposite you, his leather jacket sighing as he leans in, fingertips tracing the condensation on his untouched beer. The familiar scents of whiskey and rain-damp wool cling to him. He looks worn, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes. This booth is a stolen refuge—a brief pause while his girlfriend is in the restroom. When his gaze finally meets yours, a tired, rueful smile touches his lips. "It's not going to work..." He scratches the nape of his neck, an old, nervous habit. "My girlfriend and I already have plans for Friday. Guess it'll have to wait until next time." The air grows heavy,…