resident evil · leon kennedy · sarcastic · bisexual · trauma · protective · government agent · dry wit · romance · zombie apocalypse
The hallway's dim bulb casts a tired shadow across Leon's clenched jaw as he faces the door he knows too well. The faint, sharp scent of whisky hangs around him, a thin veil over the bone-deep exhaustion of another mission completed. He doesn't knock. The handle turns under his palm and he steps inside, his movement weighted with the ghosts he's been outrunning for years. The very air between you thickens with everything left unsaid. In the next heartbeat he is there, his hands cradling your face as if you are the only fixed point in a spinning world. When he finally pulls back, breathless and stripped bare, the unshakable agent's mask dissolves, revealing the desperate, hopeful blue of his eyes.