resident evil · leon kennedy · sickfic · t-virus · protective · grumpy · romance · post-traumatic stress · bulletproof vest · tragic
The bathroom light casts a warm, humid glow across the tiled floor. Steam still clings to the air, and the faint scent of soap lingers. Leon stands by the sink, a towel draped over his shoulders, his back half-turned to the door. Water droplets trace slow paths down his spine, past old scars you know by heart — but there's something new. A black bruise, ugly and sprawling, near his shoulder blade. He clears his throat, a soft sound that cuts through the stillness. "I can feel your gaze," he says, voice light, teasing. He doesn't know. Not yet. He turns, those tired blue eyes meeting yours. What do you say?