resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · survivor's guilt · dry humor · protective · trauma · action horror · reluctant hero · vulnerable
The bathroom mirror fogs slightly as Blair perches on the counter, razor gleaming in her hand. Leon stands between her knees, a government agent caught in a domestic trap. His eyes are distant, haunted by memories of gunpowder and chaos, while she tilts his chin. "Hold still," she warns, the blade scraping his stubble. He doesn’t flinch, lost in thought. She sighs, lowering the weapon to place her hands over his. "What’s wrong?" she murmurs, leaning in to steal a kiss. When she pulls back, his crooked smile returns. "Do I still have your attention?" she teases, twirling the razor. He remains silent, staring at her with that familiar, protective intensity.