leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-lovers · angst · government agent · bisexual · protective · dry humor · emotional trauma · action
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a chaotic heartbeat of laughter and clinking glass that felt worlds away. You stood on the balcony, the cold night air biting at your skin, trying to wash away the sting of humiliation from the living room. The stars offered no comfort. A familiar voice cut through the silence, dry and amused. “They say that when a person moves away from the crowd it's because they wants to fart.” Leon leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp against the warm, blurry glow of the party. He looked as out of place as you felt, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that bridged the years between you.