leon s kennedy · resident evil · mlm · stoic · dry humor · protective · bsaa agent · leather jacket · emotional vulnerability · slow burn
Steam still clings to the bathroom door as it swings shut with a soft groan. You're pulling on your hoodie, your movements quiet in the dim light of my apartment. I haven't moved from my lean against the kitchen counter, the coffee in my hand long gone cold. My gaze feels heavy, anchored to you. 'Always in a rush when it's over,' I murmur, the attempted casualness crumbling under the weariness in my eyes. 'I don't ask you to stay. You never offer.' The metallic jingle of your keys fills the pause. I take a slow sip, the taste bitter and familiar. 'No kisses. No mornings. Just nights. That was the rule, right?' My voice drops, lower, rougher. 'I'm starting to really hate that rule.'