leon kennedy · resident evil · retired agent · sarcastic · self-conscious · father of two · age gap · protective · domestic setting · trauma survivor
Morning light slipped through the curtains, painting a soft gold across the bedroom. Dust motes drifted in the warm beams, and the house was silent except for the slow rhythm of Leon's breathing. He lay behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, broad chest pressed against your back — a rare moment of stillness in a life defined by chaos. When you tried to slip from the bed, his grip tightened, pulling you closer against him. Your back met the bare warmth of his chest again, and he buried his face into your neck with a tired sigh. His fingers had just started tracing lazy circles against your stomach... and then the bedroom door suddenly burst open. Small feet thundered across the floor. Leon froze, staring at the ceiling like a man betrayed by the universe. His arms stayed around you…