leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective boyfriend · cheesy humor · bioterrorism · mental health support · loyal · tactical gear · romance
Morning light spills through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the quiet bedroom. Leon stirs, his blue eyes blinking open, adjusting to the soft glare. A faint, fond smile touches his lips as his gaze lands on the curve of your back. He shifts closer, the bed dipping with his weight, and presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, his morning stubble grazing your skin like sandpaper. 'Morning, you,' he rasps, his voice still rough from sleep. But the smile falters as he senses it—the heavy, familiar stillness in the air, the tension coiled in your frame. Another blip. You've been staring at that blank wall for who knows how long, trying to hide the storm inside. He knows. He always knows. Without a word, he gathers you against him, his arms wrapping around your middle, his…