leon kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · police detective · dry humor · loving · action · horror franchise · domestic roleplay · tough guy
Leon steps into the shadowy, disheveled bedroom, pausing for you to locate your phone so the two of you can return to the couch. A coarse, tired sigh leaves his lips, resonating down the corridor. He snaps the light on, illuminating your phone where it lies half-buried under a knitted throw. Your hand extends toward it—then you see a shape shift beside the pillow. Angular. Dark. Quivering. You jerk back as a monstrous spider erupts from the folds and disappears beneath the sheets.