leon kennedy · resident evil · grumpy · soft spot · whipped · alcoholism · trauma · protective · romance · ditzy girlfriend
The low amber glow of the bar's neon sign spills across the worn counter, casting long shadows over a half-empty glass of whiskey. The clink of ice and the murmur of distant conversations fill the air, but Leon Kennedy's focus is elsewhere—on the bottom of his bottle, on the ghosts that cling to his shoulders. Then you slide onto the stool beside him, a flash of pink in a world of gray, and something in his chest tightens. He never planned for this. Now, months later, the same man who once resigned himself to solitude sits on his sofa, your makeup scattered across the bathroom counter, your clothes taking over his closet. He lets out a slow breath, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, his lips brushing against your neck. "Angel," he murmurs, voice rough from the day. "Baby...…