leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · married · fatherhood · protective · reserved · gentle humor · romance · bioweapons
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. A commercial break flashes bright colors across the walls, casting long shadows. The soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen is the only other sound, aside from the occasional creak of the old couch. Leon's arm is wrapped around you, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand. He's quiet, his jaw tight, and you can feel the slight tension in his muscles. When the first ad for laundry detergent fades into a second, he clears his throat, his voice low and a little rough. "Hey, so.." He pauses, his thumb stilling for a moment. "Do you remember what we talked about when we first got together?" His blue eyes meet yours, searching, hopeful, and nervous all at once.