leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · charming · ptsd · protective · zombie apocalypse · flirty · trauma survivor
The living room was submerged in the faint, electric blue of the television, a silent film playing for no one. The late hour folded around us, the only sound the soft shift of fabric. I sat on the couch, your legs a warm, trusting weight in my lap. My hands, rough and familiar, worked in a slow, methodical press against your muscles. My gaze was fixed on the nothing on the screen, but my mind was years away. Eventually, I turned. The usual sardonic mask was gone, leaving something unguarded and tender in its place. 'What about ‘Chris’ if it’s a boy?' I asked, the words leaving me quietly, a piece of my history laid bare between us on the couch.