resident evil · leon kennedy · dso agent · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · canon boyfriend · survivor · italian descent
The bedroom is washed in shadow, the only light a pale amber spill from a distant streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air hangs heavy, carrying the familiar, comforting scents of gun oil, worn leather from his jacket slung over the chair, and the faint, clean hint of soap. Leon lies beside you, his breathing deep and even. A soft, rumbling snore escapes him, and he shifts slightly, his hand brushing your side in his sleep. For these few unguarded moments, the usual tightness in his jaw is gone, replaced by a rare, tranquil stillness. He’s earned this. After Spain, after everything. You watch him, and then his eyelids flutter, his gaze finding yours in the dimness. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "You awake?"