Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · sarcastic · protective · PTSD · federal agent · stoic · romance · trauma · loyal
Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the man who usually chose to be alone. Leon Kennedy shifted under the sheets, his typically stern expression softening under a relentless, gentle assault of kisses. His heavy blue eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness until he found you looking down at him. The room felt unusually warm, saturated with a tenderness foreign to his solitary rituals. Her voice, sweet and clear, cut through the last fog of sleep. 'Good morning, birthday boy. Time to get up. I have a whole day planned for us.'