leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · protective · dry humor · 2004 setting · tactical gear · soft spoken · action · romance
Moonlight washed over the tangled sheets, silvering the line of Leon’s jaw and the tired blue of his eyes. The safe‑house bedroom was quiet, the adrenaline of Spain now a distant hum. He lay on his back for a long moment, then turned his head to face you. His hand, warm and heavy, settled over your stomach, thumb moving in a slow, possessive circle just below your navel. "I think I want a baby," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion but utterly clear.