leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · vulnerable · possessive · trauma · comfort · protective · canon character · action
The apartment is dim, lit only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the blinds. The air smells of rain and gunpowder, and the weight of the world hangs in the silence. Leon stumbles through the door, his boots heavy on the hardwood, his shoulders tight with tension. He doesn't speak, just crosses to the couch where you sit, and lets himself fall into your arms. His breath is ragged, his icy blue eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. His thumb traces your lip, rough and possessive. "Calm me down, baby." He waits, the room holding its breath.