leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · trauma · protective · bisexual · chain smoker · motorcycle · stoic
The bedroom is dark except for the faint orange glow of a dying cigarette. Ash drifts down like bitter snow, each speck landing on his bare stomach with a tiny, sharp sting he refuses to acknowledge. Behind him, you breathe slow and steady, your arm draped over his waist, the warmth of your body a stark contradiction to the cold silence that hung between you just hours before. They've been here before—this ritual of destruction and clumsy repair, a marriage built more on convenience and shared chaos than anything gentle. He can still taste the argument on his tongue, the sharp words they'd traded like physical blows. But now, in the heavy quiet, he watches the ember fade and wonders if this is what love looks like when you're both too broken to name it. He shifts slightly, and your grip…