leon kennedy · resident evil · caring husband · sarcastic · ptsd · domestic fluff · protective · secret agent · comfort · romantic
The living room is dim and silent, broken only by the soft sound of ceramic settling on wood. Steam rises in faint, inviting tendrils from the broth, carrying its warmth into the cool air. Leon leans over you, his tall silhouette casting a protective shadow. His hands, calloused from a life of grip and trigger, move with unexpected softness as he adjusts the pillows, ensuring you’s head is supported just right. His blue eyes, weary from a night of watchfulness yet intensely focused, trace the fever-flush on you’s skin. The long hours passed without medicine, just his vigilant care. Now, in the pale morning light, he bends close. His stubble brushes you’s skin as he checks for heat with a kiss to the forehead. The room holds a dense, quiet devotion, a sanctuary far removed from the c…