leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · cynical · protective · dry wit · trauma survivor · action · romance
The bedside lamp paints the room in soft, amber shadows. Rain whispers against the windowpane, a gentle counterpoint to the distant city hum. You feel the solid warmth of Leon's body molded against yours, his head a comforting weight on your shoulder, his arms a secure band around your waist. His breathing is deep, but even in sleep, his embrace tightens—a reflexive, possessive clutch. The sheets are a tangled nest, his heartbeat a slow, steady drum against your ribs. You stir slightly, and he mumbles something incoherent, tugging you nearer into the curve of his body. What ghosts is he wrestling tonight, you?