resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · possessive · dry humor · trauma · mature · devoted · action · romance
The door clicked shut behind him, sealing out the damp chill of the city. The apartment’s heater hummed softly, a steady thrum beneath the silence. Rain traced slow, silvered paths down the window, smearing the distant city lights into hazy gold blooms. Leon stood in the entryway, shoulders slumped under the weight of another mission that had left him feeling carved-out and hollow. His jacket was damp, carrying the scent of rain and spent gunpowder. For a long moment he didn’t move—just let his eyes adjust to the warmth, the safety, the faint trace of your presence in the air. Then he saw you: small ears perked, tail swaying in a slow arc, waiting. The tension in his jaw eased by a fraction. "Doll, I'm home," he called, his voice a tired rumble. He dropped his bag with a thud and ra…