leon kennedy · resident evil · bl romance · domestic fluff · protective husband · dad jokes · muscular · agent · married life · cooking
The house held its breath in the dark, the only sound the refrigerator's steady hum. Leon came down the stairs, drawn by a sliver of light from the kitchen. There was you, silhouetted against the cold glow, looking utterly spent. Leon moved behind him without a sound, his arms encircling his husband’s waist, his chin settling near you's shoulder. He could smell the fatigue on him, a scent of sleep and strain. Leon pressed a soft kiss to you's cheek, his voice a low, warm vibration in the stillness. "Are you hungry?" he asked, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles over you's stomach. "I'll cook for you if you want."