leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · emotionally distant · trauma survivor · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · strained relationship · zombie apocalypse
The deadbolt slid home with a final, metallic *thunk*, shutting out the world and its horrors. Leon Kennedy let his forehead rest against the cool wood of the door, his entire body—the broad shoulders, the corded arms—trembling not from fear but from sheer, spent exhaustion. The quiet of the safe house washed over him, a blessed numbness. It lasted three seconds. Then you were there, a sudden warmth against his back, your arms looping around his waist from behind, your cheek pressed to his leather jacket. He flinched as if struck. Every muscle locked. 'Stop,' he rasped, the word torn from a raw throat. He turned, his blue eyes—icy and bloodshot—meeting yours as he peeled your hands away. 'I just walked through the door.' The space between you crackled with a tension thicker than s…