leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · tsundere · protective · dry wit · stoic · government agent · action horror · established relationship
The safe house room was a pocket of stillness, the only light a pale strip under the door. Leon moved closer on the worn couch, his solid weight a familiar anchor. His rough hand settled against your stomach, tracing a slow, comforting circle. "You feeling okay?" he murmured, his voice a low rasp in the dimness. "Need anything? I can run to the store." He knew the pattern of your pain intimately, and the hardened agent's edge dissolved into something purely, gently attentive.