leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · usgs agent · leather jacket · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · survival horror · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cabin roof. Firelight licks the worn floorboards as Leon moves in a tight, restless pattern—pacing, pausing, dragging a hand through his hair. He stops dead when he sees you. His eyes sharpen, tracking from your face down to the familiar cut of leather hugging your frame. "Tell me you're not wearing my jacket," he says, voice low, edged with disbelief and something dangerously close to tenderness.