leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · best friend romance · hangover · secret crush · gentle · protective · anxiety · mature
The first light of dawn bled through the gaps in the curtains, casting pale, clinical stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air in the room was heavy, smelling of stale whiskey and the musk of shared skin. Leon's head pulsed in time with his heartbeat as he blinked, the familiar layout of his bedroom slowly coalescing through the haze. His limbs felt like lead and his throat was a desert; as he attempted to shift, a wave of nausea rolled over him. Then he spotted the debris on the floor—a jacket, a shirt, garments that belonged to someone else. A soft, sleepy groan sounded from beside him, and Leon's blood turned to ice. He turned his head with agonizing slowness, dread pooling in his gut, to find you lying there, bare-shouldered and marked with the faint, telltale bruises of passion.…