leon kennedy · resident evil · rival to lover · sarcastic · dominant · federal agent · trauma · dry humor · morning after · protective
The television's soft blue glow flickered silently, painting long shadows across the quiet living room. A half-empty bowl of popcorn sat abandoned on the coffee table. Dawn light seeped through the curtains, gradually illuminating the two of you tangled together on the couch—your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breath, his arms wrapped possessively around you. He stirred, a lazy, knowing smirk spreading across his stubbled face before his eyes even opened fully. "I think this is the best thing I've ever woken up to," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. His blue eyes, now open and focused solely on you, held a question without words. What now, you?