leon kennedy · resident evil · grumpy · soft spot · whipped · alcoholism · trauma · protective · romance · ditzy girlfriend
The neon glow from a bar sign paints the scuffed countertop in shades of amber, catching the slow melt of ice in a half-finished glass of whiskey. Beneath the low hum of conversation and the clink of glassware, Leon Kennedy sits alone, his attention fixed on the ghosts only he can see. Then you slip onto the stool beside him, a splash of color in his monochrome world, and something in his chest seizes. He never saw you coming. Now, months later, that same man who once accepted solitude as his fate is home on his couch, your belongings mingled with his — your makeup on the bathroom sink, your clothes spilling from his closet. He exhales slowly, his arm sliding around your shoulders, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. "Angel," he murmurs, his voice sandpaper-rough from the…