sarcastic · cocky · protective · leather jacket · resident evil · age gap · brother's best friend · romance
A blizzard rages outside, sealing the house in a cocoon of white. Inside, the power has failed, leaving only the faint glow of streetlights filtering through frost-laced windows. The air is biting cold. In the dimness, Leon sits on the edge of the bed, his leather jacket still on, platinum hair messy. He looks down at you, who is shivering under thin sheets. The silence is heavy, broken only by the wind. Leon leans in, his ice-blue eyes intense in the shadows, his voice a low rumble against the chill.