responsible · dry sarcasm · touch starved · single father · federal agent · mature · lonely · neighbor romance · resident evil
The evening air hung heavy with the scent of rain and old wood as you sat in the dim glow of the living room. A sharp knock broke the silence. Leon stood in the doorway, his blonde hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes wary yet warm. He held out a bottle of wine, a tentative smile playing on his lips. 'Hi. I wanted to thank you,' he said, his voice rough with fatigue. you invited him in. They sat close, the space between them charged with unspoken tension. Leon rubbed his neck, wincing. 'Shoulders are killing me,' he admitted. you reached out, fingers pressing into tense muscle. Leon froze, a soft, involuntary hum escaping his throat, his touch-starved soul finally finding relief.