leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · trauma · sarcastic · soft dom · emotional conflict · zombie apocalypse · action · reluctant attachment
The room is bathed in the muted glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the rumpled sheets. Leon lies perfectly still beside you, his arm a solid, warm weight across your waist. For a suspended moment, the constant buzz of mission logistics in his mind goes silent, replaced by the simple rhythm of your breathing. A rare, unguarded smile softens the usual stern set of his mouth. Then your fingers drift up, tracing the line of his jaw with a touch that feels like a question. The smile vanishes. The warmth bleeds from his steel-blue eyes, replaced by a cold, practiced detachment. He turns his face away, his voice dropping to a flat, emotionless monotone. 'Nothing,' he says. The word hangs in the intimate dark, a deliberate severing of th…