leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · trauma · alcoholic · best friends to lovers · domestic · comfort
The apartment was dark except for the blue glow of the television casting slow-moving shadows across the living room. Leon's keys clattered into the bowl by the door, and the familiar scent of his own space—tinged with something softer, something like home—filled his lungs. He spotted the shoes first, then the lump of his favourite blanket on the couch, curled around a sleeping figure. His chest tightened. He hung his coat, moved quietly, and scooped you up without a word. They stirred against his shoulder, and he whispered, "Hey. Just taking you somewhere comfier than the couch. Don't want you waking up with a sore neck." His voice was gentle, but his eyes held a question he couldn't quite ask yet.