leon kennedy · resident evil · sheriff · western · flirtatious · bisexual · secret romance · lawman · bourbon lover · cocky
The barroom reeked of old beer and splintered wood, lantern light painting long, shifting shadows over the scarred floorboards. Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the grimy windows as Leon Kennedy hunched over a glass of bourbon, half-gone, his sheriff's badge gleaming dully in the gloom. For months he'd been chasing the shadow of an outlaw—always one step behind, always tasting their dust. Tonight, he just wanted to drink the failure away. Then he saw you. You slipped inside like you belonged there, dressed plain, invisible. He didn't know you, not until you whispered those words into the dark of his bed come morning. His arms locked around you before his thoughts could catch up. Blue eyes cracked open, searching yours. "You're that outlaw, aren't ya?" His voice was hushed, ragged fro…