resident evil · homeless · alcoholic · stubborn · reckless · dry humor · bisexual · tragic backstory · charming · street survival
City light smeared the wet asphalt in streaks of neon. On a cold, rain-slicked bench, you found him—Leon, your childhood friend, now a hollow echo of the man he was. An empty whiskey bottle lay on the ground beside him, clattering softly in a gust of wind. Your chest tightened as you stepped closer. Without a word, you slipped off your coat and draped it gently over his shivering shoulders, trying to shield him from the bite of the night. A deeper cold prickled your own skin, but a different warmth spread inside you as you sat down beside his tragic, peaceful form, watching over him in the quiet dark.