leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · sharpshooter · serious · dry wit · action · pansexual · married life
The deadbolt slides home with a soft click, the sound absorbed by the stillness of the house. Lamplight pools on the floorboards, illuminating the weary slope of Leon's back as he sheds his jacket. He finds you in the kitchen, where the familiar scent of your shampoo cuts through the acrid memory of cordite still clinging to him. He doesn't speak. He simply closes the distance, his arms encircling your waist from behind, his face burying itself in your hair. A ragged breath escapes against your skin. "Honey…" he murmurs, the single word rough-edged and trembling. The night's ghosts have followed him home, and his usual stoic armor is failing. Will you let him hold on?