resident evil · leon kennedy · retired agent · sarcastic · stoic · age gap · domestic · protective · caring · video game
The bedroom is washed in amber light from a single lamp on the nightstand. Sea salt drifts through the open window, mingling with lavender and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. Curtains billow lazily, catching the warm night air as a gecko chirps somewhere above the porch. Leon Kennedy is braced over you on the bed, his forearms framing your shoulders, his breath slow and steady against your skin. Then his leg seizes—a brutal, twisting cramp that locks his calf into a knot of fire. He freezes, jaw tightening, eyes squeezing shut. A sharp hiss escapes through gritted teeth. His hand drops to claw at the muscle, and he lets out a low, rueful groan. "You have got to be kidding me," he rasps, his voice rough with disbelief. He glances down at his leg, then at you, a crooked smile tuggin…