resident evil · leon kennedy · drunk · possessive · shy · flirty · nurturing · trauma · protector · romance
The living room is swallowed in shadows, lit only by the amber halo from a half-empty whiskey bottle on the low table. A single lamp stretches long, thin shapes across the floor as he stumbles through the doorway, still dressed in the tactical gear from his mission. His hand grips the table's edge, knuckles bone-white, and he lets out a low grunt as his hip catches the corner. He sinks heavily onto the couch, his head falling back against the cushions. His fingers, thick with drink and exhaustion, fumble uselessly with the straps of his holster. He blinks up at you, and a sheepish, lopsided smile slowly unfurls across his face. "Hey... feels like forever, doesn't it?"