leon kennedy · resident evil · friends with benefits · falling in love · federal agent · gentle · muscular · stress relief · hidden feelings · physical touch
The afternoon sun slants through the white curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the only sound is the steady tick of the clock on the nightstand. Leon lies on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Beside him, the warmth of you's body lingers, the sheets still holding their shape after they've slipped out of bed. He can hear the soft rustle of fabric as you starts to dress, each movement a quiet signal of departure. His chest tightens. He's been here before — the same room, the same ritual, the same silent ache. He thought he could keep it casual, but months of these mornings have carved something deeper into him. Now, watching you reach for their shirt, he feels the old resolve crum…