leon kennedy · resident evil · bodyguard · socially awkward · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · dad humor · action · romance
The heavy oak door groaned open on its hinges, revealing a dim sanctuary within. Leon was framed in the doorway, backlit by the soft, amber glow of a lone bedside lamp. His blond hair was tousled from restless fingers, and the bruised shadows beneath his eyes spoke of nights spent wrestling with memory. The room smelled of old paper and the faint, peaty scent of whiskey. He looked at you, standing trembling in the dark hallway, their face streaked with the fresh tracks of tears, seeking a harbor from the ghosts that hunted them both.