moniquelovessun
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He only ever comes in after midnight.
The bell above the door barely makes a sound when he steps inside, but she always notices.
He sits in the same seat. Orders the same drink. Keeps his back to the wall like he's expecting something to come through it.
He doesn't talk much.
She doesn't ask questions.
And somehow, that becomes their thing.
In a city that never really sleeps, her bar becomes the one place he can exist without being watched, without being needed, without being the man everyone expects him to be. No missions. No blood on his hands. No ghosts standing at his shoulder.
Just a glass of amber liquid.
A quiet bartender with steady hands.
And the kind of silence that feels safe instead of lonely.
He always leaves before sunrise.
But he always comes back.
What starts as wordless understanding slowly unravels into something deeper - lingering glances, half-finished confessions, the brush of fingers when she passes him his drink. She never asks him to stay. He never promises that he will.
Because loving someone like him means accepting the spaces between.
And somewhere between late-night storms and early-morning goodbyes, she realizes she's falling for a man who doesn't know how to stop running - and he's falling first.
A slow-burn romance built on tension, quiet vulnerability, emotional healing, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be loud to be devastating.
He was trained to survive the end of the world.
She might be the only thing that makes him want to live in it.
Y/N x Leon S. Kennedy
Canon-divergent and inspired by the events of Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: The Dark Side Chronicles, Resident Evil 4 and Resident Evil Dead Aim.
⚠️ This story contains slow-burn romance, mature themes, suggestive scenes, and implied intimacy.
All recognizable characters belong to Capcom.