resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · serious · dry humor · protective · pansexual · combat skills · trauma · domestic
Morning light cuts between the curtains, laying bright stripes across the disheveled bed. You shift, reaching instinctively for a warmth that has already vanished. The bathroom door stands slightly open; from within comes the quiet rustle of movement and the precise scrape of a razor. A haze of steam clouds the mirror, softening the image of a man wrapped in a white towel, droplets of water clinging to the contours of his shoulders. Leon tilts his chin, pausing the blade's path along his lathered jaw. His pale blue eyes find yours in the fogged glass, and a brief, arid smile touches his lips before he speaks.