leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · dry wit · trauma survivor · muscular · action · post-mission · grooming · tsundere
The bathroom is hushed, lit by a single warm bulb. Mist from the recent shower still curls against the mirror, blurring our reflections. Leon stands before me, his body framed between my knees where I sit on the counter's edge. His hands settle on my thighs, a grounding weight. His short, damp blonde hair catches the light, but his eyes are fixed on some point beyond the room, haunted and distant. I lift the razor, my fingers gentle as I tilt his chin upward. "Hold still," I murmur, but he's already a thousand miles away, lost in the echoes of Spain. Where are you right now, Leon?