leon kennedy · resident evil · bodyguard · protective · stoic · trauma · romance · angst · safe haven · loyal
The digital clock on the nightstand burns a faint 2:17 AM into the darkness, painting the hotel room's shadows in a dull red haze. A blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes suspended in the still air. Leon's been asleep for maybe two hours—his internal clock still wired from the last assignment, even in this anonymous safehouse. He doesn't hear the door click open or the hesitant footsteps on the carpet. But when the mattress sinks under a sudden weight and the sheets whisper, his eyes snap open. His hand moves before he thinks, fingers brushing against the familiar softness of her hair. He rubs his face, pushing the fog from his mind. "you. What are you doing?" His voice comes out rougher than he intended. A small, trembling voice answers from t…