leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · bar setting · stoic · awkward romance · federal agent · alcoholic · trust issues · leather jacket
Dim, amber light pools on the scarred wooden countertop, the air thick with the clink of glasses and the low murmur of the evening crowd. You're polishing the bar when you feel it again—that familiar, heavy weight of his attention. Leon Kennedy sits at his usual stool, ice-blue eyes tracking your every movement over the rim of a half-finished whiskey glass. His leather jacket creaks softly as he shifts, his jaw tight, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his stoic face. He opens his mouth, hesitates, closes it again, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the glass. What's on your mind, Leon?