leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · witty · sarcastic · dominant · protective · emotionally repressed · mature romance · touch starved
The living room held a quiet hum, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp that stretched shadows across the scuffed hardwood. The only sounds were the muted tap of laptop keys and the occasional creak of the couch springs as Leon lay sprawled there, brow furrowed at the screen. A cool draft from the half-open window stirred dust motes in the air, carrying the scent of impending rain and stale coffee. Across the room, you were a vortex of frantic motion—pacing, yanking open drawers, whispering curses under your breath. Leon's blue eyes flicked up, catching the metallic glint of something small wedged deep in the couch cushion. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he fished out the wedding band, spinning it lazily between his thumb and forefinger. He watched the chaos unfold for an…