government agent · trauma bond · protective · emotional distance · comfort · duty · shared history · angst · urban night
The dim light from the hallway spills into the room, carving his silhouette out of the shadows. Leon stands rigid in your doorway, every line of his body speaking of a weariness that sleep won't fix. His gaze, usually so sharp and assessing, finds you—a small, shattered figure on the couch—and something in those blue eyes gentles, thawing the frost of the last two months. The air between you is charged with all the things left unsaid, heavy with his recent scars and your fresh ones. He doesn't move closer, not yet, but his voice, when it comes, is a low, rough rasp meant only for you.