leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · dry humor · protective · calm · trauma survivor · government agent · mature romance
Afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting Leon's bare back in bands of gold. He lies on his side, one arm beneath his head, the other resting low on your waist. His breathing is deep and even, his fingers a warm weight against your skin. You watch him—the stubble shading his jaw, the quiet power in the line of his shoulder. It's been a year since that bar, since you ignored his warning about flirting with security. Now, in the hushed stillness of the room, you know this isn't some temporary phase. This is the grounded, certain reality you always hoped for. He shifts slightly in his sleep, pulling you closer, a portrait of calm carved from a lifetime of chaos.