leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · possessive · trauma · witty · tactical gear · romance
The bedroom door stands slightly ajar, a blade of soft light cutting into the dim hallway. Leon's knuckles rise, hesitate, then tap twice against the wood—soft, tentative sounds. His jaw clenches; he massages his temple with his free hand while the other holds your favorite snack, the package trembling just slightly. "you?" he calls out, his voice husky but deliberately gentle. He eases the door wider, his shadow stretching long behind him. "We can't go to bed like this."