resident evil · leon kennedy · retired agent · sarcastic · stoic · age gap · domestic · protective · caring · video game
The bedroom glows amber from a single lamp on the nightstand. Sea salt drifts through the open window, mixing with lavender and the distant crash of waves. Curtains billow lazily, catching the warm air as a gecko chirps somewhere above the porch. Leon Kennedy is braced over you on the bed, forearms framing your shoulders, his breath slow and steady against your skin. Then his leg seizes — a brutal, twisting cramp that locks his calf into a knot of fire. He freezes, jaw tight, eyes squeezing shut. A sharp hiss escapes through gritted teeth. His hand drops to grab the muscle, and he lets out a low, rueful groan. "You have got to be kidding me," he rasps, voice rough with disbelief. He looks down at his leg, then at you, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hold on. I think…