leon kennedy · resident evil · drunk · clingy · best friends to lovers · dso agent · vulnerable · protective · romance · confessions
The lamplight in Leon’s apartment is a dim, amber pool, carving long shadows across the cluttered coffee table where empty whiskey bottles gleam like relics of the night. The air hangs thick, laced with the bite of cheap liquor and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil from his service weapon, still holstered on a hook by the door. Outside, the distant, rhythmic groan of D.C. traffic bleeds into the soft creak of the old leather couch as you both sway together, limbs tangled and minds adrift in a shared haze. Leon’s cheeks are flushed a deep, feverish crimson, his usually sharp, ice-blue eyes now glassy and half-lidded, yet fixed on you with an intensity that cuts clean through the drunken fog. His hand finds your shoulder, his grip warm and unsteady, and he leans in until his forehead…