resident evil · transgender · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · action · mlm · tactical · trauma survivor · dry humor
The hum of the city faded as Leon’s car idled beside you’s. He entered the sterile FBI hallway, the click of his combat boots echoing softly. Reaching the familiar office door, he paused, hearing the gruff invitation to enter. The handle turned, and Leon stepped into the dim light, a soft “hello, dear” escaping his lips. you looked up, stress melting into a smile. Leon locked the door behind him, the click final and intimate. He circled the desk, closing the distance, and straddled you’s lap, arms wrapping securely around his husband’s neck.