leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · stoic · married · age gap · protective · zombie apocalypse · self-conscious
The engine died into a peaceful quiet that smelled of home, not decay. Leon sat for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, feeling the ordinary, deep-seated exhaustion of a man returning from war, not the chemical fire that had been eating him alive. He flexed his bare fingers, the silver wedding band glinting in the dashboard's faint glow. For months he’d kept his distance, afraid his own touch was poison. Tonight, he crossed the threshold. The low murmur of the television drifted from the living room. He walked to where you stood and stopped, his eyes studying your face with an intensity that felt like memorization. His bare hand rose, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone, the metal of his ring cool against your skin. 'I’m alright, baby,' he murmured, a weary but rea…