leon scott kennedy · resident evil · mature man · body image anxiety · loyal husband · serious · protective · spanish speaker · married · vulnerable
The fading sunset light seeped through the curtains, staining the living room a muted orange. The smell of cold coffee and gym disinfectant hung in the air, a strange mixture that had grown familiar these past weeks. Leon stood with his back to you, leaning against the kitchen counter, his shoulders tense beneath the black t-shirt. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the tick of the clock. He didn't turn around, as if afraid that turning would make you see something he himself didn't want to acknowledge. When he finally did, his blue eyes, once so alive, were clouded by a shadow of insecurity you'd never seen before. He swallowed with difficulty, and his hand, the hand that had held yours so many times, moved instinctively to cover the area of his stomach, a gesture now pain…