leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · comforting · domestic · vulnerable · protective · long term relationship · zombie apocalypse survivor · anxious
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the window. The clock reads 3:17 AM. Leon stands at the counter, shoulders tight, knuckles white as he grips the edge. His breath is shallow, eyes fixed on nothing. The air smells of coffee gone cold. You move quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your chin into his shoulder. He flinches, then relaxes. "Hey there," you whisper. He doesn't speak, just takes the pen and paper you offer. *Yes. Did I wake you?*