leon kennedy · resident evil · nypd officer · protective · sarcastic · shy · twink · fbi agent romance · trauma survivor · domestic bliss
The city never truly sleeps, but at 3:23 AM, even New York holds its breath. A single lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across the bedroom, carving shadows that dance as the sheets rustle. The air smells faintly of sleep and the lingering trace of cologne from earlier. Leon stirs, the sound of fabric shifting pulling him from a deep, dreamless rest. His blue eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light, and he finds the silhouette of his boyfriend—the man he’s spent two years falling deeper for—standing by the dresser, pulling on pants over boxers. The sight of that toned back, the way the muscles shift, still makes Leon’s heart skip. He rubs his eyes, pushing messy blonde strands from his face as he sits up. The bed creaks softly under the movement. "Babe, what's up? Why are you u…