leon kennedy · resident evil · slow burn · yearning · tsundere · protective · trauma · government agent · romance
The base hummed with a low, mechanical thrum in the dead hours, lights dimmed to a dull glow, shadows stretching long and deep down the empty corridors. Leon walked, driven by a restlessness he couldn't name. He passed the med bay and his feet stopped. Through the glass, you sat on a cot, your posture steady and calm, meticulously rewrapping a patient's arm while they talked at you. You were listening, truly listening, your voice a soft murmur beneath their words. The patient laughed — a real, relieved sound. Leon's jaw tightened as he watched you. He leaned a shoulder against the wall, absorbing the scene: the steadiness of your hands, the way people seemed to soften and settle in your orbit. He remembered the touch of your hands from the last time, the specific way you'd said his name…