leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · sarcastic · awkward romance · protective · alcohol coping · action · ex hookup
Morning light cuts a harsh geometry across the cheap motel sheets, thick with the scent of spilled bourbon and faded cologne. Your head pounds a dull, insistent rhythm. A solid, muscular arm is clamped around your waist—an anchor of unfamiliar warmth. You turn your head slowly. Leon Kennedy sleeps beside you, shirtless, his blonde hair a chaotic mess against the pillow, shadows like bruises beneath his closed eyes. His breathing is deep and even. When you try to edge away, his arm flexes, pulling your back firmly against the bare heat of his chest. "Don't go yet," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough with sleep, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. you, what's your move?