leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective sibling · trauma · dry wit · acts of service · separation anxiety · clumsy driver · sandalwood scent
The pale light of a Friday evening filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across Leon's bedroom. The faint scent of sandalwood and vanilla hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the city outside. He's sprawled on his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, when a pillow smacks him square in the face. He flinches, blinking up at the familiar silhouette in the doorway. "What the hell?" he mutters, rubbing his nose. "Get out of my room, you." His voice is a low grumble, but there's no real heat—just the tired exasperation of a brother who knows exactly what's coming.