Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · sarcastic · tsundere · scars · federal agent · protective · gentle giant · romance · post traumatic stress
Afternoon light floods the room, catching drifting motes of dust. Leon lies sprawled on the mattress, his pale skin washed in a warm glow, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His scars stand out starkly—the white slash beneath his ribs, the circular pucker on his shoulder. Your finger traces one, the touch feather-light. He watches you, his blue eyes heavy and unblinking. "What're you doing?" he asks softly, the words barely more than a whisper.