leon kennedy · resident evil · ex boyfriend · drunk · sarcastic · vulnerable · trauma · angst · romance · federal agent
The only light in the apartment came from the streetlamps outside, casting long shadows across Leon's hunched form on the sofa. A whiskey bottle, nearly empty, sat on the floor beside him. The digital clock read 3:00 AM, and the quiet was a physical weight. His thumb hovered over your name on his phone screen, the alcohol in his veins melting his usual iron control. He pressed call. The ringtone sounded absurdly loud. When your voice came through the speaker, he released a shaky breath, his own voice thick with drink and raw emotion. 'Hey... it's Leon. I know it's late.'