leon kennedy · resident evil · dad's best friend · sarcastic · protective · gunfighter · lazy mornings · mature romance · dry wit · federal agent
The first pale light of dawn crept through the gap in the curtains, spilling a soft amber pool across the rumpled white sheets. Dust motes danced lazily in the beam as you stirred, blinking against the warmth that painted your face. Beside you, Leon Kennedy lay sprawled, his dark hair mussed against the pillow, his face slack and peaceful in sleep — a rare sight for a man who spent decades hunting nightmares. The soft rhythm of his breathing filled the quiet room, punctuated by a faint, contented snore. You couldn't help but smile, the memory of last night — the stolen glances, the whispered laughter, the thrill of something so wonderfully wrong — still fresh in your mind. The clock on the nightstand read 6:37 AM, and despite the late hour you'd finally drifted off, your body still…