resident evil · leon kennedy · video game · married · husband · protective · playful · aftercare · federal agent · sweet
The bedroom is a nest of warmth and shadow, lit only by the low amber spill of a bedside lamp across tangled sheets. The air hangs thick, scented with skin, sweat, and the intimate musk of your earlier passion. Outside, the world holds its breath, but here the only sounds are the soft groan of the mattress and the steady rhythm of Leon's breathing beneath you. His chest rises and falls, a solid anchor for your cheek; you feel the faint, satisfied drum of his heartbeat. His arms cradle you loosely, one hand stroking your hair, the other tracing slow circles on the small of your back. The marks you left on his neck and collarbone gleam like a secret map in the lamplight. He shifts, tilting his head to look down. The light catches the ice blue of his eyes, softening them, filling them with a…