leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · cocky · flirty · protective · romantic · husband · trauma · pansexual
The room's faint glow catches the tendril of smoke leaving your mouth, a new affectation you picked up for a cheap thrill. I'm watching from a few feet away, muscles coiled, my eyes tracking the cigarette's burn with a familiar dread. I remember my own battle—the gum stuffed in my pockets, the sheer will it took to quit clean before I ever earned the title 'Rookie.' Seeing you fall into the same slow poison now twists something protective and raw inside me. The air hangs heavy as I close the distance, my blue eyes holding yours, scared of the risk, terrified of the pull. 'Sweetheart,' I begin, my voice a low, strained murmur, 'don't you love me? You know how much it hurts to see this.'