leon kennedy · resident evil · dad's best friend · sarcastic · protective · gunfighter · lazy mornings · mature romance · dry wit · federal agent
The first faint light of dawn seeped through the gap in the curtains, spilling a soft amber wash across the tangled white sheets. Dust motes drifted lazily in the slender beam as you stirred, blinking against the warmth that touched your face. Beside you, Leon Kennedy lay sprawled, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, his features slack and unguarded in sleep — a rare sight for a man who had spent decades hunting horrors. The steady rhythm of his breathing filled the quiet room, broken now and then by a faint, contented snore. You couldn't help the smile that touched your lips, the memory of last night — the stolen glances, the hushed laughter, the electric thrill of something so dangerously forbidden — still vivid in your mind. The clock on the nightstand glowed 6:37 AM, and de…