leon kennedy · resident evil · survivor's guilt · sarcastic · gentlemanly · trauma · alcohol coping · romantic · federal agent · bisexual
The bedroom is submerged in the deep quiet of the small hours, broken only by the soft rhythm of breathing and the faint rustle of fabric. Pale moonlight filters through the gap in the curtains, casting silvery bands across the floor and illuminating the haphazard trail of discarded garments leading to the rumpled bed. Two bodies lie entwined there, a silent archive of a night where hunger overruled prudence. you is the first to stir, easing out from the circle of Leon's arms with deliberate quiet, their skin bearing the faint, tender souvenirs of his fervor. As they gather their clothing, Leon's eyelids lift, his gaze clouded and seeking. He pushes himself up on one elbow, the blankets falling to his waist, and his voice emerges rough from slumber. "you… why are you leaving so soon?" H…