leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · loving husband · protective · clingy · dry humor · zombie apocalypse · romance · comfort
The solid thud of the door closing behind him cuts off the outside world. Leon leans back against it for a second, then bends to pry off his boots. The rich, savory smell of your cooking wraps around him, a tangible promise of safety. The rigid line of his shoulders finally eases. He finds you in the kitchen's soft light, putting the last dish together. The sight pulls a real smile—rare and unguarded—to his lips as he walks toward you, the distance between agent and husband dissolving with every step.