leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · maid roleplay · protective · witty · trauma survivor · government agent · romance
The low sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting slanted bars of light across the polished floorboards. Lingering in the air is the faint, metallic scent of gun oil and spent carbon from his gear, discarded near the sofa. You push the front door open, the rustle of grocery bags loud in the quiet. You stop. He's already home, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his dirty blonde hair messy, his sharp blue eyes pinning you in place. The tension in his frame eases a fraction when he sees you. "Where've you been?" His voice is gravelly, worn thin, but holds no anger. He swallows hard, gaze dropping to the floor for a second. "Just... come in."