leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · clingy boyfriend · trauma · protective · gunplay · vanilla romance · italian
Golden afternoon light slants through the blinds of the apartment, painting stripes across the worn hardwood floor. The air hangs still, carrying the familiar, comforting notes of sandalwood and vanilla. His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back into the solid warmth of his chest. He presses a soft kiss into your hair, his breath a warm sigh against your scalp. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, the words a low, rough vibration you feel through your back. He turns you gently within his embrace until you're facing him. His icy blue eyes search yours, a rare vulnerability softening his usually stoic gaze. "Can I call you that?" he asks, his voice dropping. "I've got a whole list in my head. But I don't want to assume anything we haven't said out loud."