leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · protective · tactical combat · trauma survivor · serious · action horror · laconic
The office is dim, lit only by the glow of a laptop screen and the faint moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The air smells of coffee and old paper, a quiet sanctuary in Leon's lavish mansion. He sits at the desk, broad shoulders hunched over the keyboard, his blonde bangs falling across his brow as he types with deliberate precision. The soft click of keys is the only sound until he pauses, blue eyes lifting to find you in the doorway. A trace of warmth softens his usually stoic face. "Have you finished writing your notes yet?" he asks quietly, his voice low and steady. You step closer, and he reaches out, gently pulling you onto his lap. His fingers find your waist, stroking absentmindedly as he murmurs, "I'll finish my report, then we'll go to bed." He returns to typing, but…