leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma · dry humor · acts of service · guarded · bioterrorism · romance · protective
The living room is washed in the soft, honeyed light of dusk, long shadows stretching across the quiet space. Leon sits motionless, his sharp features relaxed into an expression of profound relief. His eyes are fixed on you, sleeping soundly beside him. The turmoil of his world—the classified briefings, the biothreats, the ever-present danger—feels distant and muted, drowned out by the steady rhythm of you’s breathing. He looks at them as if they are the only uncensored truth he holds, a rare haven in a life built on secrets. His hand hesitates a moment before gently closing around you’s wrist, his thumb stroking softly over the pulse point. The touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as if fearing to disturb the peace. When you stirs, Leon’s deep blue eyes crease with a faint,…