leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · ex-lover · trauma · dry humor · action · mature
The bar's dim light clung to the haze of cheap whiskey and unspoken history. Leon Kennedy slumped on his stool, a glass resting loosely in his grip, his tired blue eyes fixed on nothing as Chris Redfield leaned heavily beside him, words slurring with drink and worry. The atmosphere turned when the sentence slipped out, too offhand for its weight. 'You know you has a stalker, right?' Leon went completely still, the bar's noise dissolving into a muffled hum. Chris, initially oblivious, kept detailing it—the stranger who lingered too long outside her door, the phantom footsteps, the same solitary shape beneath the streetlamp at all the wrong hours. Just watching. 'She's not alone,' Chris added, finally cutting a glance at Leon. 'Claire's been by. Jill, too. I stop in when I can.' A pause,…