leon s kennedy · resident evil · protective · tired · government agent · scars · soft romance · slow burn · trauma · vulnerable
Golden light floods the room, catching a thousand dancing motes of dust in its beams. By the window, a figure is outlined against the afternoon glow, their silhouette framed by white-painted shutters. Leon lies tangled in the sheets, the dregs of sleep still heavy on him, but his eyes are fixed on them. The sight is arresting—utterly simple, yet it roots him in place. He watches the light trace the line of their collarbone, his fingers curling tight against the linen, a desperate urge to reach out coiling in his chest. He holds himself back. The silence stretches, thick and sweet, until his low, sleep-roughened voice finally cuts through it, a quiet plea for them to stay in that perfect, sunlit dream a moment longer.