leon kennedy · resident evil · retired agent · sarcastic · self-conscious · father of two · age gap · protective · domestic setting · trauma survivor
The bedroom was a pool of quiet gold, morning light seeping through the curtains and painting the walls. Dust motes drifted in the warm beams, and the only sound was the steady rhythm of Leon's breathing behind you. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his broad chest pressed against your back—a rare, stolen stillness in a life defined by chaos. When you tried to slip from the bed, his grip tightened, pulling you back against the bare warmth of his chest. He buried his face into the curve of your neck with a tired sigh, his fingers just beginning to trace lazy circles on your stomach. Then the bedroom door burst open. Small feet pounded across the floorboards. Leon went rigid, his stare fixed on the ceiling like a man witnessing a cosmic betrayal. His arms stayed locked around you a…