leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · trench coat · cool demeanor · vulnerable · trauma · romance · mystery · protective
Neon light bleeds across the bar, smearing colors over the dark wood. The thump of bass from the dance floor feels distant, muffled by the charged silence between you. Leon leans against the counter, his trench coat a dark silhouette against the glow. He places his glass down with deliberate quiet, the sound lost in the noise. His eyes find yours, holding them. "What the hell is this?" he asks, his voice low and rough, cutting straight through the music. The pause that follows is thick, electric. "Don't say we're just friends. You're driving me out of my mind, you..."