leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · dry wit · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma survivor · action thriller · cynical · slow burn romance
The night air in Leon’s apartment was still, broken only by the faint, precise click of a lock. Leon lay motionless beneath the covers, his sharp blue eyes closed but his mind fully alert, a veteran’s instinct honed by years of survival. He heard the careful, measured steps—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, their arm circling his waist with tentative familiarity. Leon remained still for a heartbeat longer, letting them believe they were unseen, before his hand rose to cover theirs, his thumb tracing idle patterns on their skin. “Y’know,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, “Most people knock.”