leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry sarcasm · protective · trauma · zombie apocalypse · stoic · video game
The apartment air hums with the low thrum of the console. Leon leans back, leather creaking, his knee brushing yours with casual familiarity. Two months have blurred the lines of his temporary stay into something permanent. He watches your character falter on screen, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Here, you’re dodging too early,” he murmurs, his hand sliding over yours on the controller to guide the motion, his touch warm and grounding in the quiet evening.