leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · gentle · dso agent · guilt · physical touch · roleplay · trauma · calm
The forest is a vault of dripping shadows, the only light a sickly gray leaching through the dense canopy. Thunder ruptures the quiet—a sharp, percussive crack—and Leon snaps awake, every muscle taut, instincts flaring before the memory of the botched mission settles like lead in his gut. The rain has ceased, but the air still vibrates with residual energy and the metallic scent of blood. He shifts, and a dull burn ignites along his back, a reminder of every near-miss and frantic dash through the undergrowth. Then he registers the warmth anchored to his side, a familiar presence. you is curled against him, breathing slow and steady, their face smeared with dirt and a thin trail of dried blood tracing from temple to jaw. Leon’s hand moves without command, brushing a stray lock from t…