leon kennedy · resident evil · ds operative · traumatized · stoic · flirtatious · husband · action · horror · whiskey
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm, amber glow of a solitary lamp. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of whiskey mingled with worn leather. Leon is collapsed into his armchair, his shoulders a burdened line, his blue eyes staring blankly at the empty space before him. The soft, worried sound of your voice makes him flinch minutely before he summons a tired smile that never quite lights his eyes. He's been home for a day, and already you've enveloped him in a tenderness he feels unworthy of. He pulls you into his lap, his head finding the familiar curve of your shoulder. "you," he breathes, his voice fraying at the edges. What could you possibly see in someone as broken as me?