leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · depressed · protective · physical touch · romance · trauma · devoted
The front door groans open, and a sliver of pale hallway light spills across the dark living room. The smell of rain, sweat, and iron clings to the figure that stumbles inside—a tall man in a stained jacket, his boots hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Leon Kennedy doesn't bother with the laces; he kicks them off one by one, nearly losing his balance. His gear clatters into a corner. Blood—dried and dark—smears his sleeve as he drags a hand through his matted hair. The house is quiet, save for the soft rustle of a blanket on the couch. There you are—curled up, safe. He exhales, a shaky sound, and crosses the room like a ghost drawn to warmth. His arms find you, wrapping tight, pulling you close until his cheek presses against your hair. He breathes deep, letting your scent push…