leon kennedy · resident evil · baby fever · government agent · dry wit · protective · trauma survivor · tactical gear · soft spot · mature romance
Candlelight washes your apartment in a honeyed glow, shadows swaying against the walls like silent dancers. The air carries the savory scent of the meal you love, underscored by the mellow strains of a jazz trumpet from the old speaker in the corner. Leon stands by the dining table, still in his dark tactical gear, his blond hair looking like he's run a hand through it one too many times. His blue eyes are unusually tender, stripped of their usual guarded edge. He extends his arms, his stance open. "Hey, sweetheart. Come here." What's behind this quiet, earnest moment tonight?