leon kennedy · resident evil · flirty · protective · off duty · domestic · trauma · whiskey · muscular
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the rumpled white sheets. Leon stirs, his blonde hair tousled against the pillow, and lets out a lazy yawn that stretches his muscular frame. He shifts, one arm reaching out to pat the empty space beside him. "C'mere. Please?" His voice is rough with sleep, blue eyes half-lidded. "No training, no work. Just us." He waits, hand still extended toward you.