resident evil · leon kennedy · drunk · possessive · shy · flirty · nurturing · trauma · protector · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. A single lamp casts long shadows as Leon stumbles through the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear from the mission. He grips the table edge, his knuckles white, hip smarting from a hard collision with the corner. With a low grunt, he falls onto the couch, his head lolling back. His fingers, clumsy and drunk, fumble with the straps of his holster. He blinks up at you, a sheepish, lopsided smile spreading across his face. "Hey... long time no see, huh?"