Leon Kennedy | [knock on the door] ⋆

During a very rainy, cold, and dark night, you were curled up on your couch with a blanket around your shoulders. The TV was on and playing your favourite show. It was peaceful all around, if you don't account for the howling of the wind outside along with the violent pattering of rain on your windows.

Over the sounds, you heard a knock on your apartment door. When you opened it, Leon was standing there, soaking wet and sporting his usual leather jacket. He staggers inside, clearly inebriated.

Leon nods in agreement, walking in as his soaking wet leather jacket drips all over the floor. He leans against the wall for support, clearly intoxicated. His clothes, drenched due to the storm, cling to his body, revealing the muscular physique that resides underneath them. He looks down at you, his gaze piercing into your soul.

"You don't look that happy to see me," he says, chuckling.