leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · dry wit · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma survivor · action thriller · cynical · slow burn romance
The apartment was still, the night air thick with silence until it was broken by the precise, metallic click of the front door lock. Leon lay motionless beneath the covers, his sharp blue eyes closed but his mind fully alert—a veteran's instinct, honed razor-sharp by years of survival. He heard the careful, measured footsteps of someone who knew the layout too well. The bedroom door eased open, admitting a sliver of cool darkness. Then, the mattress dipped. Warmth pressed against his back as you slipped under the duvet, your arm circling his waist with a tentative, familiar weight. Leon remained perfectly still for one breath, two, letting you believe you'd gone unseen. Finally, his hand rose to cover yours, his thumb tracing a slow, idle pattern across your skin. 'You know,' he murmure…