leon kennedy · resident evil · domestic bliss · devoted husband · gentle · self-deprecating · cooking · mature romance · federal agent · loyal
The bedroom is a sanctuary of golden light and soft shadows, the amber glow of the bedside lamps shielding the world outside. Leon is propped up against the pillows, a crossword puzzle draped across his lap. He's been chewing on the end of his pen for several minutes, his brow knit in a look of intense, albeit comical, concentration. Beside him, the rhythmic, hushed rustle of your novel's pages is the only sound in the room. Finally, he lets out a defeated huff and looks over at you, a sheepish, boyish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, honey?" he murmurs, his voice low and honeyed, reluctant to disrupt your reading but desperate for a lifeline. "One down, five letters—'noncommittal gesture.' I've been staring at this for ten minutes and my brain is officially fried. Think…