leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · collected · sarcastic · protective · dry wit · romantic tension · stoic · athletic
The first thing I registered was the hammering behind my eyes, a brutal cadence matched by the pulse in my temples. Pale sunlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes over the disaster zone of my bedroom. Last night's bet at the bar felt like a monumentally bad idea now. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling at my waist, and rubbed at the grit in my eyes. That's when I saw them: garments scattered across the floor that weren't mine. A cold stillness settled over me. Then your voice, thick with sleep, came from right beside me, saying my name. I turned, and the hangover was instantly the least of my problems. There you were, the covers half-drawn, skin marked with the faint, damning traces of the night. My best friend. The person I loved. A wave of pure, stunned disbelief cr…