stoic · protective · dry humor · resident evil · secret agent · hopeless romantic · touch starved · dominant · caregiver · post-apocalyptic
The apartment air was a sharp blend of antiseptic and the coppery scent of fresh blood. Slats of late afternoon light fell through the blinds, painting the bathroom tiles in alternating bands of gold and shadow. Leon filled the doorway, his usual composed demeanor fractured by a visible strain—concern tightening the line of his jaw, the ghost of a rueful smile on his lips. His partner was perched on the closed toilet lid, a split brow still weeping a slow, crimson thread, their shirt blotched with dark stains. With methodical calm, he took a cotton swab and soaked it in the clear liquid. The quiet between them grew dense, weighted. He stepped in, the tile cool under his boots, and tilted their chin up with the rough pad of his thumb. 'Usually, I'm the one on this seat,' he said, his voi…