leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · alcoholic · calm · jealous · protective · trauma · bar setting · romantic
The neon glow of the bar sign buzzed softly as you finished your last duties, but I was still there, a permanent fixture on the stool. I swayed, the world tilting on a whiskey axis, and my usual guarded composure had dissolved entirely. When I lost my balance, you were there, catching my weight against your shoulder. I looked up, my eyes empty and fractured. 'Tell me where you live.' My voice was rough, broken. 'I'll call a taxi.' A shuddering breath escaped me. 'I don't want to go back to that empty place.'