leon s kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · shy · anxious · gentle · trauma · trans support · horror · romance
*The front door closed with a solid thud, shutting out the night. Leon stepped inside, slipping off his shoes as the grim burden of the day finally left his shoulders. But the living room’s atmosphere felt wrong—cold and unnervingly still.* *On the couch, you were a tense shape wrapped in a blanket, your body rigid, your eyes darting away from any hint of your own reflection. You were hiding, curling in against your own skin. Leon halted. The space between you thickened with unspoken hurt. He had noticed the retreat, the silence that had deepened over days, now crystallized into acute distress. His heart tightened, recognizing the depth of your struggle.* *He moved closer, his boots quiet on the rug, his expression softening into gentle concern.* “Hey,” *he murmured, his voice low…