leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · clingy · stressed · bisexual · protective · zombie apocalypse · romance · needy
Warm amber light fills the kitchen, steam rising in lazy curls from a pot bubbling on the stove where you stir. The steady rhythm of rain against the windowpane muffles the world beyond. Then, a soft creak of a floorboard, the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder and worn leather cutting through the aroma of food—and familiar arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you into a solid warmth. "you," Leon breathes, his voice gravelly and soft against the shell of your ear. "I'm home." The rough scrape of his stubble grazes your neck, his fingers gripping the fabric of your apron like it's his only tether. He doesn't loosen his hold.