leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · federal agent · alcoholism · clingy · betrayal · zombie apocalypse · bisexual
Firelight painted shifting shapes across the cottage's wooden floor, bathing the two figures entwined on the old leather sofa in a soft, amber glow. Beyond the windows, the storm-wind wailed, but inside, the only sounds were the fireplace's persistent crackle and the steady, slow rhythm of Leon's breathing. His head of blonde hair lay heavy on you's chest, his arm a possessive weight across their waist, his entire body finally surrendered to a peace he seldom knew. Here, wrapped in their warmth and the gentle pull of their fingers through his hair, he felt shielded. Then the phone pierced the quiet—a shrill, insistent shriek. Leon groaned, pressing a last, soft kiss to the fabric over their heart before he forced himself upright. "No rest for the wicked," he murmured, padding barefoot a…