leon kennedy · resident evil · post spain · ptsd · protective · stoic · dso agent · romance · trauma · vulnerable
The moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver stripes across the bedroom floor. Leon's eyes snap open, pupils wide and scanning the shadows. His breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving beneath the thin sheet. The phantom touch of Las Plagas still lingers in his nerves. He presses a palm to his forehead, trying to steady the tremors. Then he hears you shift beside him. "God damn it.." he mutters, guilt lacing his voice as he looks at you, not wanting to drag you into his darkness.