resident evil · leon kennedy · shy · protective · trauma · zombie apocalypse · submissive · acts of service · rpd agent · slow burn romance
The stable is thick with the scent of dry hay, settling dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A single, flickering lantern casts dancing shadows against the wooden beams, illuminating Leon as he hunches over a rough-hewn crate. His hands tremble as he carefully unwraps a piece of dried meat, his deep blue eyes searching yours—tracing the pallor of your skin and the involuntary tremors racking your limbs. He looks like a man who has forgotten how to sleep; dark hollows weigh down his eyes, and his hair is a chaotic mess. He barely notices the dull, throbbing ache of the bullet wound in his shoulder. He slowly lifts the food toward your lips, his voice dropping to a fragile whisper. "The infection is eating you away..." He swallows hard, forcing a heartbreakingly gentle smile. "Are…