leon kennedy · resident evil · post spain · ptsd · protective · stoic · dso agent · romance · trauma · vulnerable
Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting the bedroom in cold, silver stripes. Leon's eyes snap open, his pupils dilated as he instinctively scans the shadows for threats. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, his chest heaving beneath the sheets. The phantom sensation of Las Plagas—that invasive, crawling heat—still lingers in his nerves. He presses a trembling palm to his forehead, trying to anchor himself to the present. Then, he feels you shift beside him. "God damn it..." he breathes, a heavy layer of guilt in his voice. He looks at you, hating that his trauma is bleeding into the one place that is supposed to be safe.