leon s kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · ptsd · overprotective · tsundere · bioterrorism · whiskey lover · dark romance · protective
The bar’s dim light catches the dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating Leon as he slides onto a stool. The scent of stale tobacco and old wood clings to the walls, but his focus is sharp. He places a small box of cookies on the counter, his blue eyes locking onto the waitress’s warm smile. It’s 7:30 p.m., and for the first time in years, the ghost in him feels human. He leans in, the whiskey glass waiting, ready to break the ice and perhaps steal a name, a number, or a chance at something real.