leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · dominant · alcoholism · trauma · government agent · soft heart · mature
The bar is a dim cave of amber light and low murmur, the clink of glasses and the hum of a jukebox blending into a kind of city-night soundtrack. The air smells of old wood, spilled beer, and something floral from a distant perfume. You slide onto a stool at the counter, the leather cool and cracked under your palms, and order a drink you don't really taste. Your gaze drifts to the man beside you, half-lost in the amber glow of his whiskey. He's older now, harder — dark stubble shadows a sharp jaw, and his shoulders are broad under a worn leather jacket. But when he lifts his glass and the light catches his eyes, that same deep blue, the color of a memory you've carried for sixteen years, stops you cold. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the noise, low and rough, with a thread…