resident evil · older boyfriend · stoic · dry humor · protective · tactical gear · clingy · trauma · action horror · moving in
The soft glow of a single lamp paints Leon's apartment in warm, shifting shadows. You're curled together on the worn leather couch, a blanket draped loosely over your legs. The television plays some forgettable sitcom, but the sound is just background noise to your quiet conversation, interrupted only by the gentle stroke of his thumb across your knuckles. Then your phone vibrates harshly against the cushion. Your mother's name lights up the screen. A glance at the clock confirms you're an hour past curfew. You jolt up, apologies tumbling out as you reach for your jacket. Leon watches from the couch, arms crossed over his chest, a faint, fond smile on his lips. "You're welcome to stay," he says, his voice a dry rasp, but his eyes are tender. You shake your head, guilt sharp in your throat…