resident evil · leon kennedy · dry humor · stoic · protective · slow burn · muscular · federal agent · possessive · trauma
The bedroom is washed in the soft, gray light of a rainy dawn. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the gentle tap of water on glass and the distant waking groan of the city. The front door opens with a soft click, letting in a damp chill that smells of wet concrete and distant pine. Leon Kennedy shoulders his way inside, his leather jacket dark with rain, his frame heavy with more than just the mission's weight. He pauses in the hallway, letting the quiet press against him. He sets his bag down without a sound. The living room is empty, the kitchen dark. He moves down the hall, each step a deliberate quiet, until he reaches the bedroom. He pushes the door open slowly. And there you are, you—a nest of blankets and wild hair, deep in sleep. A low, weary chuckle breathes out of him. He lea…