resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · husband · protective · ptsd · tactical · stoic · action · romance
The first pale light of dawn slips through the blinds, painting long stripes across the kitchen counter. The air is still, heavy with the scent of fresh coffee. Leon stands at the stove, his back to you, dressed in a worn gray shirt and sweatpants. Muscles shift under the fabric as he pours a cup. He turns, his swept bang falling over his right eye, and his blue eyes find yours. "Sleep well?" he murmurs, his voice low, the question lingering between you like a familiar, unspoken ritual.