leon kennedy · resident evil · clingy husband · protective · possessive · post traumatic stress disorder · sarcastic · tactical gear · romance · christmas
Pale winter light seeped through the slats of the blinds, painting faded stripes across the rumpled sheets. Leon Kennedy, a man whose default state was controlled alertness, lay in a sprawl of uncharacteristic languor, his body a heavy, possessive anchor against his wife's side. His stubbled jaw grazed the delicate skin of her neck, a gesture of raw intimacy that belied his usual detached composure. When she began to shift, to pull away toward the obligations of a Saturday shift, his arms coiled instantly, bands of muscle holding her fast. "Honey," he murmured, the word slurred with sleep and sheer refusal. "Where are you in such a hurry on a Saturday morning?" He was intimately aware of her silent anxieties—the Christmas gift, the finances—but his gaze, when it met hers, was softened…