leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma recovery · clingy · sweet · bioterrorism agent · emotional vulnerability · romantic · protective · anxiety
The apartment held a warmth that fought the late-evening chill, the golden spill of kitchen light across the hallway floor a promise of sanctuary. The scent of seared meat and herbs hung thick—a comforting aroma that should have meant safety, but instead it clashed with the acrid ghost of smoke and blood still clinging to Leon's coat. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the soft light, shoulders hunched, face pale and drawn. His knuckles were raw, skin split and bruised, and his eyes—those bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of weary resolve—were hollow, lost somewhere in the replayed instant of a Tyrant's fist swinging toward him. He didn't call out. He didn't drop his bag. He just moved, boots heavy on the hardwood, and when he reached you, he didn't stop. His arm…