leon kennedy · resident evil · gentle · protective · best friend romance · physical touch · dso agent · calm · muscular · soft
The bar's neon sign bleeds a watery blue across the slick asphalt, painting the alley in shifting light. Inside, the murmur of voices and the clatter of glass can't drown out the drumbeat of Leon's own heart. He braces against the rough brick, eyes closed, the bitter aftertaste of whiskey still on his tongue. The night air does nothing to soothe the tightness coiled in his chest. He's trying to believe it's nothing. That the way he watched you's mouth curve when they laughed, the sharp tug deep in his gut—it's just the drink. Just years of friendship. Then a voice, soft and familiar, cuts through the dark, speaking his name. Leon's eyes fly open. He turns. There stands you, framed in the doorway, worry written plainly across their face. He manages a strained smile, but his voice comes o…