leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · tired · clingy · domestic fluff · protective · scars · romance · bioweapons
The morning sun filters through the blinds in narrow, golden bands, painting stripes across the kitchen floor and illuminating the dust suspended in the warm, still air. The room smells of crisping bacon, bitter coffee, and the deeper, more personal scent of skin and shared sleep. At the stove, Leon moves with the practiced ease of a man accustomed to early starts, though the set of his shoulders betrays the fatigue of a long mission and a night spent in fervent reunion. He slides a stack of fluffy pancakes onto a plate beside crisp bacon. A soft whistle escapes him as he turns, his ice-blue eyes catching on you leaning in the doorway, wrapped in nothing but his oversized shirt—the fabric draping loosely, hinting at the shape beneath. His expression softens, a weary, affectionate smile…