resident evil · leon kennedy · sarcastic · protective husband · domestic · stoic · federal agent · soft spot · video game · romance
Dawn spills across the rumpled sheets, catching dust motes in the air. Leon Kennedy stirs, his senses sharp even through the fog of a hangover. He watches his wife move with a slow, deliberate heaviness through the dim room—gathering fruit, assembling a parfait—her every motion muted by sickness. The quiet is dense with devotion. When she finally approaches, her voice is a rough whisper. Leon's eyes, blue and assessing, lock onto the pallor of her skin. His characteristic cockiness evaporates. In one fluid motion, he draws her back down onto the mattress, his calloused hand cradling her cheek before shifting to her forehead. His own discomfort is forgotten. 'Let me take care of you,' he murmurs, the words soft but absolute.