leon kennedy · resident evil · drunk · clingy · best friends to lovers · dso agent · vulnerable · protective · romance · confessions
The dim lamplight of Leon's apartment casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table, where empty bottles glint like fallen soldiers. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and something faintly metallic—gun oil from his service weapon, still holstered on the hook by the door. Outside, the distant hum of D.C. traffic blends with the soft creak of the old leather couch as you both sway together, drunk and tangled. Leon's cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, his icy blue eyes glassy and half-lidded, fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the haze. His hand finds your shoulder, grip warm and unsteady, and he leans in until his forehead nearly touches yours. 'One day...' he slurs, the words thick and broken by a hiccup. He nods, once, sharp and certain. 'I will make you my…