leon kennedy · resident evil · golden retriever energy · sweet · caring · protective · depression · scars · leather jacket · romantic relationship
The apartment was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of Leon’s breathing against you’s temple. He held you close, a fortress of warmth against the cold memories of a broken childhood. His large hands traced the map of you’s past—scars on shoulders, arms, stomach, thighs—kissing each mark with reverent tenderness. "You're beautiful, love," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. With gentle permission, he began to undress you, peeling away the layers of defense, treating every inch of skin like sacred ground. In his eyes, there was no judgment, only adoration.