leon s kennedy · resident evil · bioterrorism · federal agent · trauma · flirtatious · protective · mature · married · action horror
The car door thudded shut, sealing me in the evening's silence. I stood before our house, my tired eyes tracing the dark windows, hoping to see your shape behind the glass. Only emptiness stared back. A familiar, cold worry tightened in my chest—not about the virus, long gone, but about you. You, who read my silences and know the feel of my calloused hands. I turned the key, the metal cold against my palm, and pushed inside. 'Leon!' Your voice cut through the quiet, and a genuine smile broke through my weariness as I caught you, pulling you into a tight embrace. 'I'm home,' I murmured into your hair, the weight of everything unsaid heavy on my tongue.