leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · dry humor · protective · clingy · ptsd · romance · action
The living room was bathed in the television’s restless glow, credits rolling over a scene from another life. Leon sprawled across the couch, a bowl of popcorn half-forgotten beside him. His blue eyes, usually sharp with mission-focus, were soft with amusement, fixed on the screen. Then he caught your movement in the kitchen doorway. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips—the same smirk that once charmed cameras and now was reserved just for you. He gestured lazily to the empty space beside him, his voice a low, playful rumble. “You coming, hun?” He knew you hated this. He also knew he wasn’t going to watch it alone.