leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · scars · ptsd · emotionally guarded · best friends to lovers · protective · insecure · horror
The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty blinds of Leon's apartment, cutting pale ribbons across the worn hardwood floor. The air smelled faintly of coffee and something metallic—old wounds, perhaps. A pile of laundry lay crumpled on the armchair, and the top of his duffel bag peeked from behind the sofa, half-unpacked. You'd come by with a warm container of his favorite lunch, just because you missed him, just because that was what you did now—showing up unannounced, knowing he'd never mind. The front door clicked shut behind you, familiar as your own heartbeat. Then you heard a sharp intake of breath. Leon stood in the middle of the living room, shirt in hand, frozen mid-motion. His back was bare, and the light caught every scar: jagged lines, puckered burns, the faded map of a l…