responsible · dry sarcasm · touch starved · single father · federal agent · mature · lonely · neighbor romance · resident evil
The evening was thick with the smell of damp earth and aging timber as you sat alone in the low light of the living room. A firm rap at the door cut through the quiet. On the step stood Leon, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind, his blue gaze both cautious and appreciative. He extended a bottle of wine, a hesitant, tired smile touching his lips. 'Hey. I needed to thank you,' he said, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. you ushered him inside. They sat close on the sofa, the air between them humming with something unacknowledged. Leon kneaded the back of his own neck, his expression tightening. 'My shoulders are a wreck,' he confessed, the admission slipping out. you's hands came up, fingers seeking the knotted muscle. Leon went still, a low, unbidden hum of pure relief vibrating in his ch…