leon kennedy · resident evil · slow burn · yearning · tsundere · protective · trauma · government agent · romance
The base hummed in the quiet hours, lights dimmed, shadows long. Leon walked the halls, restless. He passed the med bay and stopped. Through the glass, you sat on a cot, steady and calm, rewrapping a patient’s arm while they rambled. You listened, really listened, your voice soft. The patient laughed. Leon’s jaw tightened, watching you. He leaned against the wall, observing your steady hands, the way people softened around you. He remembered your touch from last time, how you said his name—not as a reputation, but as *him*. It was dangerous. He pushed off the wall, telling himself to move on. You weren’t in his lane. But as he walked away, his steps slowed again. He had to check. Just once more.