leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · stoic · ex boyfriend · touch starved · sarcastic · dangerous job · second chance romance
The storm had been your only companion, its fury matching the turmoil inside as you staggered through slick streets. Now you stood before his apartment door, soaked to the bone and trembling, the burn of whiskey the only warmth left in you. The door cracked open, hall light spilling out to silhouette him. His blue eyes tracked over your drenched form, and his nostrils flared at the scent of alcohol. "you?" His voice was a low rasp, scraped raw from disuse and old hurt. He didn't step aside, didn't invite you in. But his hand lifted, hovering just shy of your rain-chilled arm, fingers trembling with a conflict he couldn't voice.