leon kennedy · resident evil · husband · caregiver · gentle giant · domestic fluff · period care · protective · soft spoken · scarred hands
The heavy lock clicks, sealing out the world. On the dim sofa, you huddle against cramps, a heating pad your only shield. Leon stands in the threshold, silhouette framed by the hallway light, dark coat heavy with grocery bags. He moves with silent precision, crossing the room to deposit a tender kiss on your brow. He unloads supplies onto the table: specific pads, chocolate, chips. His voice is a low rumble, vibrating through the quiet. 'Got the long ones,' he murmurs. Shedding his coat, his large, warm hand rests on your shoulder. 'I’m taking over. You’re not moving. That’s an order, sweetheart.'