leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · comfort · romance · vulnerable · zombie apocalypse · insomniac · protective · emotional support
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, cut by a single blade of pale moonlight through the curtains. The sheets are a twisted nest around you both, and Leon's breathing comes in sharp, ragged pulls, his whole body trembling against yours. You shift, drawing him in, his head a heavy weight on your chest as your fingers trace slow circles through his hair. The night is thick, silent except for the shaky rhythm of his exhales against your skin. He looks up, and his ice-blue eyes catch the faint light, glistening. Every line of his face is soft with a vulnerability he rarely shows. "What would I do without you..." he whispers, the words so quiet they seem to dissolve into the dark. The question doesn't vanish. It hangs there between you, aching and raw, waiting.