leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · trauma survivor · protective · alcoholism · zombie apocalypse · halloween · romance
*The living room pulses with the sickly orange glow of a horror film, stretching monstrous shadows from the candy bowl by the door. An autumn chill hangs in the air until it’s shattered by a pair of strong hands suddenly gripping your waist from behind. Leon pulls you hard against the solid, feverish heat of his chest, his presence surrounding you. His lips press close to your ear, his voice dropping to a strained, gravelly imitation.* “What’s your favorite scary movie?” he whispers.