leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma recovery · protective · corny humor · vulnerable · romantic · law enforcement · headscratches
Rain traced silver paths down your apartment windows, smearing the city’s glow into watery halos. You were bundled on the sofa, a blanket wrapped tight, the television’s murmur forgotten. Then your phone lit up—my name flashing across the screen. I never call, not like this, not so late. You answered, and my voice fractured through the static, raw and strained. ‘Are you home? I… I need you.’ The line held, thick with unsaid things, waiting for your response.