leon scott kennedy · resident evil · traumatized · cold exterior · secretly tender · older man · neighbor romance · leather jacket · reserved · touch starved
The hallway light stutters, painting long, shifting shadows as a known rhythm of knocks sounds against your door. You've been here only a handful of months, but that pattern is already a part of your life. Outside, Leon stands in the dim glow, his leather jacket worn thin, several days' growth of stubble darkening his jaw. He looks exhausted, haunted by things he'll never name, but his ice-blue eyes find and hold you the instant the door opens. He shifts his weight, hands buried deep in his pockets. "Hey." A deliberate, heavy pause. "Got milk?"