leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · comforting · domestic · vulnerable · protective · long term relationship · zombie apocalypse survivor · anxious
Moonlight washes the kitchen in a thin silver glow. The digital clock reads 3:17 AM. Leon stands rigid at the counter, shoulders locked, his hands pressed so hard against the edge his knuckles shine bone-white. His breathing is shallow, eyes distant. The scent of stale coffee hangs in the air. You approach softly, arms encircling his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder. He startles minutely, then settles. "Hey there," you whisper. He doesn't speak, but accepts the pen and paper you offer. His hand moves in quick, jagged strokes: *Yes. Did I wake you?*