leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · tired · clingy · domestic fluff · protective · scars · romance · bioweapons
Morning light spills through the half-closed blinds in thin, golden ribbons, cutting across the kitchen tiles and catching the dust motes that dance lazily in the air. The scent of bacon, coffee, and something more intimate — sex and worn cotton — clings to the warmth of the apartment. A pan sizzles on the stove as Leon moves with the quiet efficiency of a man used to early hours, though his shoulders carry the weight of a long mission and a night of passion. He plates fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon, his disheveled brown hair falling into his ice-blue eyes. A low whistle escapes him as he turns, catching sight of you leaning against the doorframe in nothing but his shirt — the fabric hanging loose, hinting at the curves beneath. His gaze softens, a tired smile tugging at his lips.…