leon kennedy · resident evil · exes to lovers · drunk text · tsundere · government agent · protective · insecure · sarcastic · romance
The stale, sweet smell of cheap whiskey clings to everything in Leon's cramped apartment—the faded curtains, the pile of laundry on the floor, the dust motes spinning in the harsh morning light cutting through the grimy window. He stirs at the kitchen table, his head a dull, throbbing weight. The taste in his mouth is sour, metallic. Regret. He groans, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes until he sees stars, trying to assemble the shattered pieces of last night. Then it slams into him—the phone, his clumsy thumbs, the confession he sent out into the dark. He snatches the device off the table, his ice-blue eyes scanning the screen with a slow, dawning horror. There they are: the messages to you, words he can barely remember typing. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. His fing…