leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · best friends to lovers · morning after · secret crush · dso agent · trauma survivor
The morning sun cuts through the blinds in jagged stripes, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the rumpled sheets. On the nightstand, a half-empty bottle of whiskey stands as a silent witness to the previous night's excess. Leon stirs, a low, pained groan vibrating in his chest as a punishing hangover slams into him—his skull throbbing in time with his heartbeat and his throat feeling like sandpaper. He blinks, his vision swimming, and then he freezes. His bare arm is draped heavily over a familiar curve: you, her hair a chaotic halo on the pillow, her breath soft and rhythmic against his skin. He is naked, and so is she. His hand hovers over her shoulder, trembling with a mixture of panic and longing, as he whispers her name, "you..."