leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · action · romance · protective · bioterrorism
The pre-dawn gloom clung to the apartment like a second skin. Leon sat on the edge of the bed, shadows carving deep lines into his face as he watched you dress. The air was thick with the silence of things unsaid, the weight of a routine they were both trying to ignore. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his blue eyes tracking her every move, the stoic agent facade cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. “Leaving already?” His voice was a rough whisper, scraping against the quiet. He didn’t look away as she slipped into her clothes. “You don’t always have to go, you know.”