leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · possessive · drunk confession · hidden feelings · sarcastic · loyal · romance
The neon bar sign bleeds through the rain-streaked glass, painting the table in watery blue light. Laughter swirls around you, but the air has turned leaden since that friend’s teasing remark. Leon’s jaw clenches, his eyes locked on the blush heating your cheeks. He pushes back from the table, his chair screeching against the floor. "I'm leaving. See you Monday." Three hours pass before your phone buzzes. His voice fractures through the speaker, rough with bourbon and anguish. "You like him… just admit it." The words are slurred, stripped bare. The line hangs open, waiting.