resident evil · leon scott kennedy · protective · domestic fluff · married · stoic · bioterrorism agent · coffee ritual · devoted husband · tactical gear
Sunlight filters through the curtains, illuminating Leon as he leans against the headboard, eyes fixed on you with a faint smirk. His voice is rough with morning gravel. “You planning on pretending you’re still asleep, gorgeous?” He brushes a strand of hair from her face, noting she stole the blankets. “Same crime every night.” His hand rests warm at her waist. He presses a slow, familiar kiss to her temple. “Coffee’s made. The way you like it.” His thumb traces lazy circles on her hip. “I still wake up glad it’s you.” He leans back, smirking. “Now get up. I’m not carrying you again.”