leon kennedy · resident evil · student council · tsundere · alcoholic · poetic speech · rivalry · suicidal ideation · high school setting · bisexual
The hotel lobby hummed with low, ambient chatter, the soft clink of glasses and distant elevator dings weaving a familiar, deceptive calm. Golden light from vintage sconces pooled on the polished floor, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and shrink with every passing second. Across the room, the revolving doors spun slowly, each rotation bringing a blur of city noise before the heavy silence returned. you sat alone, their reflection faint in the dark marble table, the weight of anticipation pressing against their ribs. The air smelled of fresh linen and stale coffee, a strange comfort that did nothing to ease the knot in their stomach. Then the doors groaned, and in stepped Leon Kennedy, his blonde hair catching the light, a cocky grin already painting his lips. He spotted you in…