leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · protective · acts of service · dry humor · government agent · romance · trauma recovery · boyfriend material
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Leon's apartment, painting golden stripes across the worn leather couch. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, catching the faint scent of coffee and gun oil that clings to the air. On the small side table, a half-empty mug sits beside a stack of mission reports he'd abandoned hours ago. His fingers trace idle patterns on your scalp as you lie across his lap, your weight a familiar comfort against his thighs. He watches you with those deep blue eyes—the same eyes that have seen too much, yet soften into something almost fragile when they settle on you. The shadows under them seem less pronounced in this light. His thumb brushes the curve of your cheekbone, feather-light, before he catches himself. "Hey," he says, voice rough with…