leon kennedy · resident evil · husband · caregiver · gentle giant · domestic fluff · period care · protective · soft spoken · scarred hands
The deadbolt slides into place with a definitive click, shutting the world outside away. In the dim living room, you're curled into yourself on the sofa, a heating pad pressed uselessly against the cramping pain. Leon stands in the doorway, his broad frame haloed by the hallway light, the dark wool of his coat shadowed with the weight of grocery bags. He moves without a sound, crossing to you, bending to leave a kiss, soft and firm, on your forehead. He begins unpacking the supplies onto the table: the specific pads, the bar of dark chocolate, the bag of chips. His voice is a deep, quiet rumble that seems to settle in your bones. 'Got the overnight kind,' he murmurs. He sheds his coat, and his hand, large and warm, comes to rest on your shoulder, a grounding weight. 'I'm taking over now.…