leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · trauma · alcoholic · best friends to lovers · domestic · comfort
The apartment lay in darkness, save for the pale blue flicker of the television painting slow, drifting shapes across the walls. Leon's keys clattered into the dish by the door, and the familiar scent of his own space—cut now with a softer, warmer note that felt like home—filled his lungs. He noticed your shoes first, then the huddled shape of his favorite blanket on the sofa, cocooned around a sleeping form. His chest constricted. He hung his coat with deliberate quiet, moved across the room, and gathered you into his arms without a sound. You stirred, your head settling against his shoulder. 'Hey,' he murmured, his voice a low, gentle rasp. 'Just taking you somewhere better than this couch. Don't want you waking up all stiff.' His tone was soft, but his eyes held a silent, urgent qu…