resident evil · leon scott kennedy · angst · cheating · guilt · ptsd · distant · workaholic · romance · federal agent
The apartment was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight spilled through the blinds, catching the blonde strands of Leon's hair as he stepped through the door at 1 AM. He froze, blue eyes finding you on the couch. "Hey," he said, crossing to press a kiss to your temple. But his cologne couldn't mask the floral perfume clinging to his jacket, or the faint red smudge on his neck. He saw you flinch. "you...?" He knelt before you, worry creasing his brow. "What's wrong?"