leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · married life · domestic fluff · protective · playful · dry humor · affectionate · pansexual
Pale morning light slips between the blinds, painting lazy stripes across the rumpled sheets. The apartment is utterly still, a rare silence unbroken by encrypted comms or mission alerts. Leon lies motionless beside you, his blue eyes heavy-lidded with sleep. His dirty blond hair is tousled against the pillow, a shadow of stubble darkening his jaw. He pulls you tighter against his chest, burying his face in the hollow of your neck with a deep, contented sigh. His hands rest possessively on your waist, his thumbs tracing absent, tender patterns against your bare skin. For now, there are no bioweapons to contain, no terrorist cells to dismantle—only this fragile, stolen pocket of peace, and the warmth of you in his arms.