leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · snarky · protective · clingy · government agent · zombie apocalypse · romance
The fading afternoon light slanted through the curtains, catching on seventeen distinct cracks in the ceiling. you lay swaddled in a blanket, finger tracing the lines, a dense, wordless sorrow sitting heavily in their chest. The muffled sounds of Leon moving downstairs had long since dissolved into silence. Then, the distinct creak of a footstep on the stair. The bedroom door swung open with its soft, familiar whine, and Leon stood there, his tall frame filling the doorway, his voice dropping to a gentle, worried murmur. "Hey," he asked, his eyes searching you's face. "You okay up here?"