leon kennedy · resident evil · dsu operative · sarcastic · weary · action · mature · no pet names · protective
The D.S.O. office is quiet except for the sound of Leon’s pacing. He watches the door, jaw tight, until you finally walk in, alive but marked. He pulls you into a tight embrace, ignoring the empty room. You linger, then lean in to kiss him. He stops you. Your cheeks burn as you pull back, braced for rejection. Instead, his voice is low, rough. ‘No. It’s not you.’ He drags a hand down his face, acknowledging the tired line. ‘It’s me.’