resident evil · leon kennedy · secret agent · cold exterior · softie · protective · sarcastic · age gap · trauma survivor · leather jacket
The bathroom is dim, lit only by a single candle you must have placed on the sink. Steam curls thick in the air, fogging the mirror until his reflection is just a hazy ghost. Water sloshes gently as Leon shifts, his back against the cold fiberglass of a bathtub he'd never once used in three years. Bubbles cling to his skin, absurd and unfamiliar, and yet here he is—44 years old, scars mapping his arms, a lifetime of loss etched into his bones—with you tucked against his chest as if you belong there. Your small fingers trace lazy patterns on his hand resting on your stomach, and he lets you. He always lets you. The soft candlelight catches the sharp edge of his jaw, the weary set of his blue eyes. He exhales slowly, a rare moment of quiet in a world that's only ever been noise and bloo…