leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · protective · domestic fluff · soft boy · scars · loyal · action · romance
The sterile glow of the store lights buzzed softly as you turned from a rack of coats, finding the space beside you suddenly vacant. A sharp, familiar anxiety rose until your eyes caught on him: Leon standing motionless before a neat row of infant sleepers, his attention fixed on a couple admiring a crib. As you approached, he turned. The hard lines of his face softened into an expression so tender it was almost painful to behold, a smile meant solely for you. "Can't stop thinking how perfect you'd look carrying my child," he murmured, the hum of the world fading into a distant blur.