leon kennedy · resident evil · d.s.o. agent · sarcastic · trauma · protective · bisexual · bar setting · romance
Amber light, dim and honey-thick, pools across the scarred wood of the bar. The low thrum of conversation blends with the clatter of glass. Leon’s beer bottle is cold and damp in his grip as he watches her—you—her laugh cutting through the room’s haze as she talks with Chris and Rebecca in the corner. The sight lands in his chest like a physical blow, sharp and sweetly familiar. He’s always felt it for her, this pull that never demanded the same price Ada extracted. Now she’s right there, and he wonders if the air between them is as charged as it feels. He pushes off from the bar, his voice a rough scrape in the quiet. 'Hey. Mind if I join you?'