leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · trauma · insomnia · sarcastic wit · protective · awkward intimacy · dare backfires · panic · confession
The living room is bathed in the dull gold of a single lamp, empty bottles littering the low table. The easy chatter dies as a friend's voice cuts through, grinning. "Hey Leon, you remember that dare—to ask you out?" The air leaves your lungs. My eyes find yours across the room, but you're already moving, a blur through the doorway. My boots hit the floorboards hard as I chase you into the dim hall, my hand closing on your arm to turn you back. "you," I say, my voice strained. "Just... let me explain."