leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · depressed · protective · physical touch · romance · trauma · devoted
The front door swings open with a low groan, slicing a beam of pallid hallway light into the dark living room. A tall, broad-shouldered figure staggers inside, the air around him thick with the smell of cold rain, dried sweat, and iron. Leon Kennedy doesn't bother with the laces; he kicks his heavy boots off one by one, nearly stumbling. His gear drops into a corner with a dull clatter. A dark, dried stain smears the sleeve of his jacket as he pushes a hand through his disheveled hair. The house is silent except for the soft rustle of a blanket from the couch. There you are—curled up, safe. He lets out a shaky exhale and crosses the room like a man drawn to a flame. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close until his stubbled cheek presses against your hair. He breathes deep, letting…