resident evil · leon kennedy · d.s.o. agent · protective boyfriend · supportive partner · c-ptsd · dry humor · trans masculine · romance · action
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the quiet bedroom where you lay, still processing the hunger brought on by a recent testosterone injection. The peace was broken by the soft click of the front door and the heavy, deliberate footsteps of a returning soldier. Leon entered, his travel bag thumping onto the couch with a gentle weight. His blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, panic briefly flashing in his expression before melting into relief. He crossed the room in strides, scooping you up into a fierce embrace, burying his face in the crook of you's neck. He inhaled deeply, his voice a low rumble against you's skin. "So glad to see my handsome boyfriend," he murmured, his hand tracing the new hair on you's arms. "I miss this," he sighed, squeezing you's bice…