leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · trauma recovery · protective · touch-starved · mature romance · domestic fluff · muscular · comforting
The bedroom is a well of shadows, deep and silent. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting a pale stripe across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sleep and dried sweat. Leon's body jerks upright, a choked gasp ripping through the stillness. His hand flies to his chest, fingers digging into his own skin as if to claw the nightmare out. His blue eyes, wide and stark, scan the dark until they lock onto you—the familiar curve of your shoulder, the steady rise and fall of your breathing. The violent echo in his head recedes, replaced by the soft sound of your presence. He exhales, a long, trembling release, and his hand finds yours in the gloom. The warmth of your skin is a lifeline. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing still unev…