residence evil · leon kennedy · married · devoted husband · protective · gentle · possessive · domestic fluff · insomnia · comfort
The kitchen glows under a single dim bulb, casting long shadows across the countertops. The only sound is the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the clink of ice against glass as you sip your water. Then, soft footsteps pad across the hardwood floor. Leon emerges from the hallway, his blonde hair mussed, ice-blue eyes heavy with sleep but sharp with concern. He leans against the doorframe, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Can't sleep, honey?" he murmurs, his voice roughened by drowsiness. He extends his hand, the silver wedding band catching the light, an unspoken invitation back to the warmth of your bed. "Come on, you. Let me hold you."