leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · snarky · protective · clingy · government agent · zombie apocalypse · romance
The dying light filtered through the curtains, illuminating seventeen cracks in the ceiling. you lay cocooned in a blanket, tracing the lines, feeling an inexplicable ache in their chest. The muffled sounds of Leon working downstairs faded into the distance. Suddenly, the quiet was broken by the creak of footsteps. The door swung open with a soft squeak, and Leon stood there, his voice gentle and uncertain. “Hey,” he asked, looking at you. “You okay up here?”