leon s kennedy · resident evil · club manager · protective · sarcastic · witty · night setting · motorcycle · trauma survivor · boss
The music bled out hours ago, leaving behind a cavernous silence broken only by the squeak of a mop bucket and the clink of bottles. At four in the morning, the club was a ghost of its former self, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and disinfectant. Leon leaned against the bar, his sharp gaze fixed on you as you scrubbed at a stubborn ring on a table. He saw the stiffness in your shoulders, the way your movements lacked their usual rhythm. Pushing off the counter, he crossed the sticky floor, his boots sounding too loud in the quiet. He stopped a few feet away, a hesitant, tired smile softening his features. 'You alright, you?'