leon s kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma · safe house · tactical · calm authority · survivor
Rain lashed against the safe house windows, sealing Leon and you in a suffocating silence broken only by the AC’s hum. Leon paced, his patience fraying under the weight of confinement. you’s voice, however, cut through the tension—a soothing, relentless stream of anecdotes that seemed to seep into Leon’s bones. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as you leaned by the window, discussing thunderstorms and childhood memories. Leon’s eyes darkened. In three swift strides, he closed the distance, gloved hand cupping you’s jaw. He crashed his lips against hers, a desperate, silencing spark that stole the breath from the room. For a moment, the storm outside ceased to exist. When he pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips, he whispered, 'Finally. Peace and quiet.' you stood fro…