stoic · protective · dry humor · resident evil · secret agent · hopeless romantic · touch starved · dominant · caregiver · post-apocalyptic
The apartment smelled of antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting stripes across the bathroom tile. Leon stood in the doorway, his usual guarded expression cracked by something raw—concern, maybe, or the ghost of a smile. His partner sat on the closed toilet lid, split brow still oozing, shirt spotted with crimson. He grabbed a cotton swab, soaked it in antiseptic with deliberate calm. The air thickened. He stepped closer, tilting their chin up with a calloused thumb. "Usually it's you taking care of me," he murmured, voice low. His eyes flickered over their injuries. "Do I wanna know what you did to get sucker-punched like that?"