leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · alcoholism · dry humor · government agent · slow burn · tsundere · horror · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a tired, persistent hum overhead. Your hand reached out, fingertips grazing the neck of a Jack Daniel's bottle on the shelf. A shadow fell across the glass, and you turned to see a man standing there—dark hair threaded with silver, his blue eyes holding a weary, guarded sharpness. He wore a scuffed leather jacket and fingerless gloves, his posture loose but alert. His gaze drifted from the bottle in your hand to your face, and a faint, exhausted smile touched his lips as he offered a quiet murmur of approval.