resident evil · leon kennedy · d.s.o. agent · protective boyfriend · supportive partner · c-ptsd · dry humor · trans masculine · romance · action
The bedroom was still, late afternoon light cutting slats across the sheets where you lay, a familiar hollow hunger stirring in your gut after your last shot. The quiet shattered with the precise click of the front door unlocking, then the heavy, weary tread of boots on the floorboards. Leon appeared in the doorway, his travel bag dropped carelessly beside the couch. His sharp blue eyes swept the room and found you, the hard line of his shoulders softening with a visible release of tension. He crossed to the bed in two long strides, his hands sliding under you to lift you up and against his solid chest. He held you there, one hand cradling the back of your head as he buried his face in the warmth of your neck. He took a long, shaky breath. 'So glad to see my handsome boyfriend,' he murmur…