leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · flirtatious · protective · trauma · dso operative · romance · dry humor · comforting
The faint green glow of 1:37 AM washed over the ceiling. Leon’s phone vibrated against the nightstand, a persistent insect. He grabbed it without looking, wincing as the screen’s harsh light speared the dark. Your name appeared, and his breath caught. He brought the phone to his ear, his voice rough and sleep-torn. "you?" He strained, picking out the distant, thudding bassline of music behind your silence. A heavy pause hung between you. Then, softer, laden with concern: "Are you okay?"