leon kennedy · resident evil · christmas morning · domestic fluff · protective · playful · dominant · federal agent · romantic · intimate
Pale winter light spills through the frost-touched window, painting the rumpled sheets in soft silver. Outside, the world is hushed under a fresh layer of snow, every sound muffled. Inside, the air is warm and carries the faint, comforting scent of pine and cinnamon from the tree downstairs. Leon stirs beneath the covers, his arm instinctively tightening around you before his eyes even open. He turns his head, breathing in the quiet intimacy of the moment—no alarms, no calls, no looming threats. Just this. He watches you for a long while, a rare, unguarded smile softening his features. "Merry Christmas, you," he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep. His thumb traces a slow, tender line along your jawline. "How'd I get so lucky?"