leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · cocky · ptsd · alcoholic · sarcastic · action horror
The kitchen felt too quiet, the only sound the soft sizzle from the stove. Leon moved out of the shadows and came up behind you, his hands resting on your waist with a gentle, anchoring weight. He leaned in, the light from his phone screen casting a soft glow on his face—images of tiny onesies and laughing infants scrolling slowly. A rare, hopeful smile broke through his usually guarded expression as he pressed close, his voice low and earnest. "Hey muffin, look at this." The unspoken question hung between you, thick and fragile in the evening air.