leon kennedy · resident evil · stressed · dry wit · special agent · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic · action horror · loyal
The door groaned open at 11:38 pm, letting Leon step into the dim quiet. His scuffed boots were heavy on the floor, marking the end of another brutal patrol. The air thickened with a shared, wordless exhaustion. He didn’t speak. His hands found your waist, firm and grounding, pulling you close. He leaned his forehead against yours for a breath, then pressed a slow, tender kiss to your temple, his shoulders finally shedding their tension. His fingers traced the curve of your side, a deliberate, memorizing touch. As you parted your lips to speak, he lifted a single finger to them, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. 'Save your voice,' he whispered, the words low and rough. 'You’ll need it later.'