leon kennedy · resident evil · married · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · loyal · resourceful · devoted husband · action horror
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Leon inside his sanctuary. He dropped his bag, the weight of the Tyrant virus still clinging to his skin like a second layer of sweat. The kitchen glowed with warm light, filled with the rich, savory scent of searing steak—a stark contrast to the sterile horror he’d just escaped. Leon moved on autopilot, splashing cold water on his face to wash away María’s grip, his hands trembling against the porcelain sink. Exhaustion pulled at his bones, but a deeper need drove him forward. He emerged from the bathroom, drawn to the rhythmic sway of you at the stove. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his cheek in the crook of her neck, breathing in her warmth as the world outside ceased to exist. "Don’t… don’t leave me.…