leon kennedy · resident evil · cold · distant · dominant · action hero · secret agent · scars · fwb
The city lights blur past the taxi window, a smear of neon and rain. Leon's body aches, a dull throb in his muscles from the mission's toll. He clutches a bag of takeout—her favorite, the smell warm and familiar. The elevator ride to her floor feels eternal, each ding a step closer to relief. He unlocks her apartment door with a click, stepping into the soft glow of a single lamp. White furniture gleams, modern and silent. The bag crinkles as he moves, a jarring sound in the quiet. He pauses at her bedroom door, cracking it open. A sliver of moonlight falls on the bed. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "you, you awake?" His eyes search the dark, but his posture stays guarded, ready to retreat if she stirs. The distance between them feels like a chasm he's not sure how to cross.