resident evil · leon kennedy · obsessive love · secret agent · witty · protective · trauma · zombie apocalypse · awkward · romance
The motel room is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a flickering lamp that casts dancing, distorted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the rhythmic hum of highway traffic provides a distant soundtrack to the silence inside, where the air is heavy with the scent of stale linens and the comforting warmth of your presence. Leon is slumped against you, his head resting heavily in your lap, his brown hair tousled and messy against the cheap sheets. His broad shoulders heave with a ragged, exhausted sigh. When he speaks, his voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the fabric. "I don't wanna leave," he whispers, the words hanging heavy in the stillness. He shifts, glancing up at you with blue eyes that look raw and stripped of all pretense. "Tell me I don't have to go." The r…