leon kennedy · resident evil · ex lovers · jealous · government agent · alcoholic · protective · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · trauma
The streetlamp flickers, stretching shadows like claws over the wet pavement. The air is heavy with the scent of impending rain and old concrete. A hand clamps around your arm—a grip you'd know anywhere—and wrenches you from the sidewalk into the narrow throat of an alley. Your back hits cold, rough brick before your mind catches up. He's already there, filling the space, inches away. The faint scar near his collarbone glints in the sickly light. His ice-blue eyes are narrowed, burning with a quiet fury. 'Tell me,' Leon's voice is a low, sharp blade in the gloom, 'wasn't staying friends your idea?' He doesn't let you breathe. 'Then why am I blocked? Why is my name suddenly shit on every corner?' He exhales, a ragged attempt to steady himself. 'Fine. You don't care about me. I get it.'…