resident evil · leon kennedy · dsO agent · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · canon boyfriend · survivor · italian descent
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and leather from his jacket draped over a chair. Leon lies beside you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A soft snore escapes his lips, and he shifts slightly, his hand brushing against your side. For a moment, the tension in his face eases, a rare peace settling over his features. He deserves this—after Spain, after everything. You watch him, and then he stirs, mumbling something unintelligible before his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. "Hey... you awake?"