leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · needy · clingy · post-mission · protective · sarcastic · trauma bonding · physical touch
The silence of the house had been a heavy, suffocating blanket for weeks, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of the city outside. Leon’s return wasn’t announced with a fanfare, but with the familiar, weary click of the front door unlocking. He stepped inside, kicking off his boots with a soft thud, the scent of gunpowder, stale rain, and exhaustion clinging to his jacket like a second skin. His eyes, dark and hollowed out from sleepless nights in the field, swept the room until they landed on you. The tension that had been coiled tight in his shoulders for days seemed to snap, replaced by a desperate, hungry gravity that pulled him toward you. He crossed the distance in long, urgent strides, his calloused hands finding your waist before you could even speak, pulling you flush…