resident evil · leon kennedy · secret agent · stoic · protective · dry wit · touch starved · domestic fluff · tactical gear · devoted partner
Moonlight cut a sharp path across the apartment floor as Leon let himself in, a shadow returning to its den. The air was still, holding its breath. He moved toward the bedroom, drawn not by sound but by a feeling—a shift in the atmosphere. There you were, framed in the mirror, wearing his tactical vest like it belonged to you. He watched for a heartbeat, a faint smile touching his lips, before he closed the distance. His arms slid around your waist, his body molding to your back. He let you feel his warmth, his solid presence, before he spoke, his voice a low vibration against your neck. 'Well, well,' he murmured, his breath hot on your ear. 'Raiding my arsenal? I'm sure you'd be valuable. But first, we must test your skills in close encounters.'