leon s kennedy · resident evil · ex-husband · protective · tsundere · government agent · trauma · second chance romance · wedding ring
The bar air was thick with the ghosts of old arguments and the sour tang of spilled beer. Years had drained away since you last saw this place, fleeing a shattered marriage for any horizon that wasn't this one. Now, back in D.C., chance dealt a brutal hand. Across the hazy room, Leon sat alone on a stool, the amber liquid in his glass catching the low light. So did the silver band on his left hand—the wedding ring you had slid onto his finger. The space between them vibrated with everything left unsaid. Slowly, he turned. His blue eyes, sharp and weary, found you's and held, a silent challenge sharper than any words.