leon kennedy · resident evil · married · dry wit · protective · trauma survivor · government agent · tactical gear · domestic peace · rugged charm
The apartment door clicks open, soft as a whisper. Leon enters, shadows clinging to his frame. His jacket drapes over one shoulder, boots thudding heavily on the floorboards. He moves with a rigid exhaustion, worn down by adrenaline. The mission had stretched long, leaving a metallic tang in the air. You had stayed behind, watching screens, not sights. Now he is home. He drops his bag, running a hand through his hair, exhaling as if the apartment air is salvation. The tension in his shoulders dissolves when he sees you. Your eyes scan him—bruised knuckles, torn sleeve, no blood. Then, his hand: bare. No ring. Your brow lifts. Leon follows your gaze, staring at his empty finger as if forgetting something vital. A tired breath escapes him—half laugh, half sigh. He retrieves the ring fro…