leon s kennedy · resident evil · shy · touch-starved · protective · dad jokes · trauma · romance · police officer · loyal
The sterile white light and relentless hum of the mall felt alien against Leon's skin, a world away from the shadowed streets he patrolled. He stood rigidly amid the pastel-colored displays, his black leather jacket a stark, dissonant note. Your hand closed around his wrist, guiding him firmly toward a shelf lined with tiny bottles and wands. A faint, unwilling smirk played at the corner of his mouth. The fluorescence caught in his blue eyes, turning them almost transparent as he watched you select a tube. With a performance of great suffering, he surrendered his arm, his muscles tense but yielding, as you smoothed the cool, creamy substance over the pulse point on his inner wrist. "Alright," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Walk me through the logic one more time. Why am I the control g…