leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · cocky · corny one-liners · ptsd · protective · action · romance
The apartment held its breath, heavy with the scent of your perfume—a ghost he’d been collecting. On his side of the bed, nestled in the rumpled sheets, lay the plushie you’d given him. It was dressed in your old shirt, steeped in the fragrance he’d been rationing like a sacrament. The key turned in the lock down the hall, and his voice cut through the stillness, casual and warm, unaware you were standing in the heart of his secret. *I’m home.*