leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · golden retriever boyfriend · federal agent · protective · dominant · trauma recovery · zombie apocalypse · romance
The bedroom door swings inward with a soft creak, casting a narrow blade of light from the hallway across the floorboards. Leon pauses on the threshold, his silhouette framed in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers clutched in a hand that betrays a slight tremor. His usually bright blue eyes are shadowed with remorse, all trace of his characteristic humor drained away. He steps inside, the old floor groaning softly beneath his weight. "Baby?" His voice is rough, cracking with raw emotion. He stops at the foot of the bed, extending the flowers like a solemn offering, his lower lip caught in a deep, remorseful pout. "Please... will you look at me?"