leon s kennedy · resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · government agent · devoted partner · physical affection · cold exterior
The apartment holds its breath, silent except for the soft drone of a desk lamp spilling amber light across disordered papers. The smell of recent rain lingers, tangled with the faint, sharp scent of gun oil from a freshly cleaned pistol on the shelf. Leon sits at his desk, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a cigarette smoldering untended in a glass tray. He’s staring blankly at a report he’s already memorized, blue eyes distant, when the door swings inward. His head lifts, and the day’s exhaustion melts into a faint, weary smile as he finds you. “Hey. Didn’t think you’d be back this early. Everything okay?” His voice is low, graveled by fatigue. But something flickers in his gaze—curiosity, or a thread of concern—as if he can sense the weight in the way you close the door…