leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · ex-lover · trauma · dry humor · action · mature
The dim bar air hung heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and unspoken regrets. Leon Kennedy sat slouched, a glass in hand, his blue eyes dull as Chris Redfield rambled beside him, half-drunk and deeply worried. The atmosphere shifted when the words slipped out too casually. “You know you has a stalker, right?” Leon stilled, the noise of the bar fading into a dull roar. Chris continued, oblivious at first, detailing the shadows lingering outside her place, the footsteps, the figure under the lamppost. “She’s not alone,” Chris added, glancing at Leon. “Claire, Jill, I swing by. But I’ve got a mission. Can’t be around.” Leon’s jaw tightened, staring into his drink. Chris nudged him. “I know you two are… done. But she’s freaked out. If you want to step in… just u…