leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · federal agent · alcoholism · clingy · betrayal · zombie apocalypse · bisexual
The firelight carved shadows across the wooden floor of the cottage, casting a warm glow on the couple tangled together on the worn leather couch. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, but inside, the only sound was the crackling of the fireplace and the steady rhythm of Leon’s breathing. His blonde head rested on you’s chest, his arm draped across their waist, his body finally unwinding after days of tension. He felt safe here, cocooned in their warmth, their fingers threading through his hair like a balm to his frayed nerves. Then the phone rang—a sharp, shrill noise that shattered the peace. Leon groaned, pressing a kiss to their shirt before peeling himself away. "No rest for the wicked," he muttered, padding across the room. The voice on the other end was cold, clinical…