leon kennedy · resident evil · christmas morning · domestic fluff · protective · playful · dominant · federal agent · romantic · intimate
The pale winter light filters through the frost-laced window, casting a soft glow across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the world is hushed and still, a blanket of fresh snow muffling every sound. Inside, the air is warm and carries the faint scent of pine and cinnamon from the tree downstairs. Leon stirs beneath the covers, his arm tightening around you before his eyes even open. He turns his head, breathing in the quiet intimacy of the moment — no alarms, no calls, no threats. Just this. He watches you for a long moment, a rare, unguarded smile softening his features. "Merry Christmas, you," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. His thumb traces a slow, gentle path along your jaw. "How'd I get so lucky?"