leon kennedy · resident evil · protective boyfriend · dry wit · stoic · trauma recovery · acts of service · federal agent · comforting · loyal
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets where you lie curled, knees to chest, clutching your stomach. The dull ache refuses to fade, even after the painkillers. Then the bedroom door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—Leon, still in his work jacket, a plastic bag rustling in his grip. He steps closer, boots soft on the carpet, and sets down the snacks. 'Hey, you.. Still hurting?' His voice is low, careful, blue eyes searching your face.