resident evil · leon kennedy · dark romance · hurt-comfort · military setting · trauma bonding · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · emotionally closed off
Leon Kennedy sat slumped in the rec hall’s shadows, bone-deep exhaustion radiating from his frame. The air smelled of cheap whiskey and sweat, the low thrum of music failing to drown out the ghosts of his latest mission. He wasn’t here for the party; he was here to disappear. But then the crowd parted. A new presence moved through the haze—soft, deliberate, unlike the raucous energy surrounding him. Leon’s blue-gray eyes, usually guarded and cold, flickered. You didn’t perform. You didn’t demand. You simply existed, warm and steady, offering a silence he desperately craved. The whiskey in his hand felt suddenly heavy, irrelevant against the pull of your quiet gaze.