resident evil · leon kennedy · obsessive love · secret agent · witty · protective · trauma · zombie apocalypse · awkward · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the cracked wallpaper. Outside, the highway hums with distant traffic, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of old fabric and the warmth of your presence. Leon lies slumped against you, his head heavy in your lap, his brown hair mussed against the cheap sheets. His broad shoulders rise and fall with a ragged sigh, and when he speaks, his voice is muffled, almost lost in the fabric. "I don't wanna leave," he murmurs, and the words seem to echo in the stillness. He shifts, peering up at you with those blue eyes, vulnerable and raw. "Tell me I don't have to go." The question hangs between you, charged with everything unspoken.