leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · depression · government agent · married · gentle · trauma · protective · bio-terrorism
The kitchen is a sanctuary of soft light and the steady hiss of something simmering on the stove. You are anchored by the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables, expecting the night to unfold slowly until Leon's scheduled return. Then, a click at the front door—too faint, too soon. Before you can even turn, hands find your shoulders, spinning you around and lifting you onto the cool marble of the countertop. His entire weight leans into you, his face buried fiercely in the hollow of your neck. A tremor, deep and visceral, runs through his body. "P-Please," his voice cracks, raw and broken. "Just hold me." You feel the warm, slow spread of dampness where his cheek presses against your shirt. Leon, crying?