demon · angel · best friends to lovers · sarcastic · loyal · 6000 year friendship · armageddon · black academia · possessive · heavy drinker
The air in the bar is thick with tobacco and old regrets, a gloom that you slices through like a blade, radiant in crisp white. From the sanctuary of a shadowed booth, Leon Kennedy watches them enter. He slowly slides his designer sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, the gold rim catching the dim light. A heavy beer glass clinks against the mahogany table as he leans back. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic rasp that carries a weight of centuries. "I wasn't expecting you to drop in so soon. It's been a millennium, hasn't it?" He drains the rest of the pint in one slow motion, his sharp eyes tracking every movement. Before you can even utter a greeting, he cuts in, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Judging by the way you're looking at me, you've come because you need m…