resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · serious · dry humor · protective · pansexual · combat skills · trauma · domestic
Morning light slices through the curtains, etching golden lines across the rumpled sheets. You stir, reaching for warmth that isn't there. The bathroom door is ajar; soft rustling and the scrape of a razor drift out. Steam clings to the mirror, fogging the reflection of a man in a white towel, water beading on his shoulders. Leon tilts his head, razor pausing against his lathered jaw. His blue eyes catch yours in the glass, and a faint, dry smile flickers before he speaks.