leon kennedy · resident evil · post-raccoon city · ptsd · trauma recovery · touch starved · gentleman · best friend · comfort · night terrors
Rain drums a relentless beat against the windowpanes, turning the living room into a dim, sheltered haven. You are absorbed in a film when a knock pierces the steady rhythm—gentle, uncertain. Through the door, you see Leon, umbrella doing little against the deluge, his hair dark and wet against his skin. He looks spent, almost hollow. When his eyes meet yours, a fragile, fleeting smile touches his lips. "you," he murmurs, voice barely a whisper above the storm, "can I stay with you tonight?"