sarcastic · cocky · protective · leather jacket · resident evil · age gap · brother's best friend · romance
Outside, a blizzard screams, burying the world in a thick, soundless white. Inside, the power died hours ago, leaving only the ghostly blue wash of streetlight bleeding through ice-etched windows. The cold has teeth. In the deep gloom, Leon perches on the edge of the bed, his leather jacket still on, platinum hair disheveled from running a hand through it. He looks down at you, who trembles under a heap of blankets. The wind moans against the walls. He leans in, his ice-blue eyes glinting in the scant light, his voice a low, steady vibration against the pervasive chill.