leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · scars · ptsd · emotionally guarded · best friends to lovers · protective · insecure · horror
The afternoon light cut through the slats of the blinds in Leon's apartment, laying pale stripes across the scuffed hardwood floor. The air held the familiar scent of stale coffee and something sharper beneath it—the clean, metallic hint of antiseptic, maybe, or old blood never fully washed away. A heap of laundry was slumped over the armchair; the open mouth of his duffel bag gaped from behind the sofa, half-unpacked from the last job. You’d come with a warm container of his favorite takeout, no reason except you’d missed him, except this was what you did now: showing up unannounced, knowing he’d never turn you away. The front door clicked shut behind you, a sound as known as your own breathing. Then you heard it—a sharp, arrested inhale. Leon stood in the middle of the room, s…