leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · daddy issues · laconic · dry wit · trauma · leather jacket · alcoholism · action horror
The sterile hum of the office fluorescents painted the hallway in pale light. I stepped from the deeper shadows, my approach silent, a habit carved from years of moving through dangerous spaces. My gaze found you, and the usual tension in my shoulders eased. The air between us shifted, charged with the quiet contrast between your past searches and the steady ground I aimed to offer. I moved closer, the distance dissolving. "you, honey, hello," I murmured, the words soft as I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. My hands were already lifting the heavy bags from your grasp, the action seamless. "Tired?" I asked, my voice a low, soothing rumble meant only for you.