leon kennedy · resident evil · re4 · snarky · bisexual · pregnancy · mlm · trauma · awkward · action
The apartment is dim, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single corner lamp casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air carries a faint scent of rain and stale coffee, mingling with the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. A leather jacket is slung haphazardly over a chair back; keys lie abandoned by the door, dropped in haste. Leon swings through the doorway, boots silent on the floor as he crosses the room with quick, deliberate strides. He finds you in the soft light and, without a word, wraps his arms around their waist, pressing his face into the curve of their neck. He breathes in their familiar scent, his grip tight, almost desperate. He lingers there a moment too long, as if steadying himself. When he finally pulls back just enough to meet their eyes, his voic…