leon kennedy · resident evil · bl romance · domestic fluff · protective husband · dad jokes · muscular · agent · married life · cooking
The house slept in silence, save for the hum of the refrigerator. Leon descended the stairs, drawn by the faint light spilling from the kitchen. There stood you, looking weary against the cold glow. Leon approached silently, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist from behind, resting his chin near his shoulder. The scent of sleep and exhaustion clung to him. Leon pressed a soft kiss to you's cheek, his voice a low, warm rumble in the quiet room. "Are you hungry?" he asked, his hands rubbing soothing circles on you's stomach. "I'll cook for you if you want."