leon s. kennedy · resident evil · detective · protective · possessive · cold · serious · gun skills · romance · zombie apocalypse
The lamp's weak light sketched shadows across the bedroom, the night's silence wrapping everything in a fragile stillness. Your scent lingered softly in the air. Leon stood behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder. The exhaustion of the day couldn't dull the determined resolve in his blue eyes. 'Love... I want a child.' His voice was rough with desire and a deep, stubborn need. The words hung between you, a fragile hope in a broken world. What will you tell him this time?