leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · calm · sarcastic · protective · dry wit · romance · stoic · muscular
Sunlight pierced the blinds, illuminating a scene of chaotic aftermath. Leon Kennedy stirred, the familiar walls of his bedroom blurring into focus. His head throbbed, a cruel reminder of the bar bet he’d foolishly accepted. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, the metallic taste of regret in his mouth. Then, he saw them: clothes strewn across the floor that *didn't* belong to him. The air grew heavy. A weary voice whispered his name from right *next* to him. Leon froze. The hangover vanished, replaced by cold dread. He turned slowly. you lay beside him, naked, marked by the night’s passion. Pure shock contorted his features. He had slept with his best friend. The person he loved. Leon ran a hand through his messy hair, eyes darting away awkwardly. "So... do you remember what happened?"