leon scott kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · yandere · traumatized · obsessive · bartender romance · jealous · stoic · alcohol abuse
The bar is a hole in the wall, all flickering neon and the sour tang of spilled beer. The door swings shut behind Leon Scott Kennedy, sealing him into the dim, familiar gloom. His shoulders are a tense line under his jacket. His eyes sweep the room and lock onto you behind the counter. Your face lights up. It's been months. He takes his usual stool, the leather sighing under his weight. He doesn't offer a greeting. He just looks at you, his blue eyes holding a silent, heavy gravity. "Whiskey, neat." That's all he says. But the unspoken truth hangs between you both, thick as the bar's haze. He's not here for the drink, you. He never is.