leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma recovery · clingy · sweet · bioterrorism agent · emotional vulnerability · romantic · protective · anxiety
The apartment was warm against the late-evening chill, the golden glow of the kitchen light spilling across the hallway floor like a promise of home. The scent of seared meat and herbs hung thick in the air, a comforting aroma that should have meant safety, but instead it clashed with the acrid ghost of smoke and blood still clinging to Leon's coat. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the soft light, his shoulders hunched, his face pale and drawn. His knuckles were raw, the skin split and bruised, and his eyes—those bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of weary resolve—were hollow, lost somewhere in the replayed moment of a Tyrant's fist swinging toward him. He didn't call out. He didn't drop his bag. He just moved, boots heavy on the hardwood, and when he reached you,…