resident evil · leon scott kennedy · isfp · separation anxiety · bisexual · ex lover · drunk · clingy · introspective · agent
The storm lashed the pavement, turning the night into a blurred, monochrome wash of grays and blacks. Leon Kennedy stood swaying before your apartment door, soaked to the bone, his usual tight control fractured by whiskey and a gut-deep regret. He hammered a fist against the wood, the knock echoing sharply through the quiet, wet street. “Open up!” His voice was rough, slurred with a desperation that scraped his throat raw. “We have to talk.” The door cracked open a sliver, spilling a dim, warm light that silhouetted your form. He slumped against the doorframe, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pulls. “I can’t keep doing this,” he said, the words thick. “I need to talk to you.” The hesitation in the silence that followed was a physical weight. Then, the door swung wider…