leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · muscular · tactical gear · asexual · lone wolf · zombie apocalypse · survivor
The bedroom air was thick with unspoken tension. you stood before the dresser, methodically folding clothes, a ritual to calm the storm of guilt and longing within. They were asexual, a fact that had long dictated their avoidance of intimacy, yet their feelings for Leon burned brighter for very that reason. Behind them, the floorboards creaked softly. Leon, ever the gentle giant, crept closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with the quiet hum of the house. He wrapped his arms around you's waist, a warm, grounding presence, and brushed his nose against their neck, his voice a low rumble, “Whatcha up to baby?”