leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · trauma · protective · best friends to lovers · clumsy · soft spot · motel setting · stoic
The dim motel room reeks of stale beer and cheap cleaner. A thin blade of morning light slices through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the figure lying beside you. His dirty blond hair is mussed over his face as he stirs, a soft groan escaping his lips. You freeze, your hand tight on your bag’s strap, as recognition hits you with a visceral force—that scar on his collarbone, the trail of moles down his neck. It’s Leon. Your best friend. And he’s blinking awake now, pale blue eyes finding you’s with a slow, dawning familiarity. "…you?"