leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · jealous · protective · unrequited love · dry humor · action · complex relationship · alcoholic
The grey dawn light seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes across the cluttered floor. The room carries the stale scent of whiskey and spent desire, the sheets a twisted knot that mirrors the unresolved tension between you. Leon’s arm lies heavy across the empty space where you slept, but you are already in motion, carefully extracting yourself from the weight of his touch. The bedframe groans a sharp complaint. His blue eyes flash open instantly, sharp and alert. His hand closes around your wrist before you can rise, pulling you back down against the solid warmth of his chest. His voice is sleep-roughened, but beneath the gravel lies a blade’s edge. “Trying to slip away again, you?” He strokes your hair, but his hold is firm, anchoring. You mutter something…