leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · melancholic · quiet · protective · tragic romance · guarded · bisexual
Sunlight pierces the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing above the rumpled sheets. Leon stirs, the scent of perfume lingering in the air. He slides his arm from beneath the pillow, a frown touching his lips as he misses your warmth. He stares at the ceiling, debating the day ahead, until his gaze lands on the nightstand. A Polaroid rests there: him, shirtless and asleep, a bright lipstick kiss on his cheek. He picks it up, chuckling softly at the prank, then glances in the mirror to see the mark still fresh. Melancholy tugs at him—he assumes you’ve fled before he woke. But as he rises, stepping onto the balcony, he freezes. You are there, waiting. His heart hammers against his ribs.