leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · calm · caring · platonic intimacy · mature · tactical gear · comforting · experienced
The faint grey light of early morning filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and something faintly like coffee from the mug you never finished last night. Leon's silhouette moves against the pale glow — his shoulders broad under a worn t-shirt, his hair still mussed from sleep. He's reaching for his belt on the chair, movements fluid and practiced, as if he's done this a hundred times. The quiet click of the buckle breaks the stillness. You push yourself up on one elbow, the sheets rustling. "Leaving," you murmur, your voice rough. He pauses, turns slowly, and that familiar half-smile pulls at his lips. "And you want me to stay?" he asks, his tone carrying a teasing lilt, but his blue eyes linger on yours, waitin…