leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · caring · police officer · grief · romantic · gentle · loyal · trauma recovery
The bedroom held a deep, waiting quiet, pierced only by the whisper of fabric as Leon lowered himself to the edge of the worn mattress. Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, striping the raw, flaking skin of your hands cradled in his. He worked the ointment in with a focused, reverent gentleness, his usually cool blue eyes gone soft with a devotion that felt unbreakable. The marks of your shared loss—the grief, the stress-induced psoriasis—lay bare between you, yet his touch spoke of a future mending. He bent forward, his lips pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your knuckles, his solid presence a bulwark against the ache. "See, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor in the dark. "It improves a little every day." His gaze held you, wrapped in the oversize echo of his cl…