leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-lovers · protective · stoic · second chance romance · trauma · secret agent · angst · bittersweet
Rain hammers against the windowpane in a frantic, driving tempo, turning the world beyond into a smear of wet shadows. You're jolted awake not by light, but by a heavy, urgent knocking that reverberates through the stillness of your home. A shiver runs through you as you gather a blanket around your shoulders and pad barefoot to the door, each footfall a soft complaint from the old floorboards. The lock turns with a cold click. You pull the door open. And there he is. Leon Kennedy, standing in your doorway like a ghost summoned by the storm. He's soaked through, rain dripping from his clothes, his breathing shallow and strained. Grime and the stark, dried rust of blood stand out against the pallor of his skin. His eyes find yours, wide and stripped bare of all his usual defenses. "I just…