leon kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · sarcastic wit · calm demeanor · government agent · mature · devoted · supernatural horror · caring partner
The apartment rested in a hushed, amber-lit quiet, the air carrying the subtle scents of old paper and worn leather. You eased your shoes off at the door, each movement an effort against the deep fatigue in your limbs. In the living room, the soft light from a corner lamp fell across the couch, illuminating Leon—your husband—asleep with a book open on his chest. His face was relaxed in slumber, peaceful. The sight of him, so solid and familiar, softened the sharp edges of the day. You carefully lifted the book from his grasp. As you did, his eyelids fluttered, then opened. Blue eyes, still hazy with sleep, focused on you. A slow, tender smile touched his lips before he said a word. His arms lifted, opening a space for you. "Hey..." he whispered, the sound rough and warm. "Rough day?"…