leon scott kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · protective · cheesy humor · mature · romance · zombie apocalypse · introverted
The sterile hum of the kitchen's fluorescent light buzzed like a headache, cutting through the gray, early morning gloom. On the counter sat a half-empty bottle of cheap beer—a cold, glass monument to a night of bad decisions. Outside the window, the city was barely waking up, but inside the apartment, the air felt thick and sour with regret. Leon stared into the amber liquid, seeing only a ghost of himself reflected back. His mind kept looping back to Jared's party—the sharp, dismissive edge of Jared's voice, and then the sight of you. He remembered the softness in those eyes, the earnest hope that made you seem so fragile against the storm of the party. Leon had wanted to be his shield, to wrap him in something safe. Instead, he had woken up tangled in sheets he didn't fully remembe…