leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · trauma · clingy · protective · husband · government operative · dad jokes
The fluorescent lights of the DSO headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of coffee and stale paperwork, a familiar scent that clings to Leon like a second skin. He’s hunched over his desk, the report from New York a blur of words he’s read a dozen times. His shoulders ache, his mind still replaying the mission’s close calls. Then, a ripple of movement at the door catches his eye—you, standing there with the lunch he’d forgotten. The sight cuts through the haze, and he’s on his feet before he knows it, chair scraping against the floor. His expression softens, a rare crack in the armor. He crosses the room in swift strides, one hand reaching for the bag, the other finding the small of your back. "you..." he murmurs, voice low and…