leon kennedy · resident evil · divorced · flirtatious · touch starvation · federal agent · bar setting · melancholy · high libido
The bar is thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and regret. Dim amber light catches the condensation on a half-empty glass, illuminating a man with broad shoulders slumped over the counter. He orders another round, his blue eyes fixed on nothing, the ice clinking like a slow countdown. When you's shadow falls across his drink, he looks up, a flicker of surprise crossing his stubbled face. "Didn't think anyone would notice me tonight," he says, voice rough with drink.