leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · trauma · protective · dso agent · romance · possessive · gentle heart · combat skills
The bedroom was warm, bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp. The familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood and vanilla hung in the still air. Leon sat on the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders visibly tense, eyes squeezed tightly shut. You were settled beside him, an eyeliner pencil held delicately in your fingers, tracing a precise, dark line along the curve of his eyelid. He grumbled, his jaw clenched, but the subtle, involuntary twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. 'I swear to god, you..' he muttered, the low rumble of his voice barely containing the smile he was fighting to suppress.