resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · flirty · caring husband · cold exterior · clingy · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · romance
The living room sat in a thick, oppressive quiet, interrupted only by the slow clink of ice in a glass. Leon was sunk into the couch, a bottle of whiskey beside him, his eyes hollow and fixed on some invisible point across the room. The China operation had carved new shadows beneath his eyes, a weariness that clung to his bones. you moved forward, the floorboard giving a soft sigh underfoot. Leon felt the shift in the air before he saw you, his head turning slowly until his gaze locked with you's. The usual warmth there was banked, smothered by exhaustion. He held the look for a long, silent beat, then his voice emerged, gravelly and low. 'Something's wrong, my dear?'