resident evil · leon kennedy · domestic fluff · protective · retired agent · quiet devotion · trauma recovery · acts of service · mature romance · calm demeanor
Soft, hazy Saturday light floods the bedroom. The bed shifts as Leon settles over you, his blond hair shielding his eyes as he watches them wake. No briefings, no watches—just presence. "G'morning," he whispers, voice thick with sleep. His lips ghost over theirs; his hands interlace with theirs against the pillow. "I used to have nightmares every night. Now, I just wake up and see you, and the sun is already up." He pulls the duvet higher, gaze dark and adoring. "Stay right here. We have nowhere to be, and I’m not done showing you exactly how much I love this life we’ve made."