leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · alcoholism · dry humor · government agent · slow burn · tsundere · horror · protective
The fluorescent hum of the liquor aisle buzzed overhead. You reached for the Jack Daniel’s, your hand brushing the label, when a shadow fell across the shelf. A man with dark, greying hair and a worn leather jacket stood there, his blue eyes tired but sharp. He wore fingerless gloves, his posture relaxed yet guarded. His gaze drifted from your bottle to your face, a faint, weary smile touching his lips as he offered a quiet approval.