resident evil · older boyfriend · stoic · dry humor · protective · tactical gear · clingy · trauma · action horror · moving in
The low lamplight in Leon's apartment casts warm shadows across the worn leather couch, where you two are tangled together under a throw blanket. The TV flickers with some sitcom, but neither of you are watching—your conversation flows easy, punctuated by the occasional brush of his thumb against your hand. Then your phone buzzes, sharp and insistent. Your mother's name glows on the screen. The clock reads an hour past curfew. You scramble up, apologizing in a rush, already pulling on your jacket. Leon watches you from the couch, arms crossed, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. "You can stay over," he says dryly, but his eyes are soft. You shake your head, guilt tightening your voice. He stands, moving toward his keys, then pauses. "But hey, you, before we leave… I wanted to ask you s…