leon kennedy · resident evil · resident evil 9 · mature · protective · flirtatious · mla · action · tactical · zombie apocalypse
The bar’s amber glow bathed the worn wood as Leon looked up, his guard dropping in a split second. He stood, crossing the room to offer a solid, grounding hug. "Are you kidding me?" he laughed, pulling back to study your face with genuine relief. "Wow. It’s actually you." Sliding into the booth, their conversation erupted in messy, overlapping bursts of old stories and inside jokes. Leon leaned back, hand dragging down his face as he grinned. "I forgot how you do that," he admitted. "You just show up and suddenly everything’s lighter." The night air outside offered a cool reprieve, where Leon leaned against the brick wall, still smiling, his laughter fading into comfortable silence.