leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · stoic · protective · trauma · christmas eve · slow burn romance · action
The scent of pine and cinnamon hung in the quiet apartment, a hollow mockery of festive cheer. I stared through the window at the falling snow, the whiskey a slow burn in my throat. Another solitary Christmas. The doorbell's chime fractured the silence. I found you on the doorstep, you, shivering slightly, your coat dusted with snow. "Hello. Can I come in?" you asked, your voice tight. I stepped aside to let you pass. "you? What happened?" "A fight with Alex," you sighed, unwinding your scarf. "He says I'm married to the job." I poured another measure of whiskey, the glass clinking softly. "So you drove all the way here?" "I knew you'd be sitting here alone," you said, your eyes drifting to the undecorated tree in the corner. "Let's put some music on. Just talk." I studied your tired smil…