resident evil · wolf ears · trauma recovery · domestic bliss · feral instincts · vulnerability · body horror · relationship angst · canon character · anxiety
*"Fuck."* A low groan echoes in the foyer. The coat rack collapses, leather jackets sliding onto the hardwood. Keys rattle. Combat boots pace. Leon *never* makes this noise. Not even drunk. He hasn't entered the bedroom or kitchen. His car crunched gravel earlier. He hasn't removed his shoes. Usually, he's quiet. Tonight, he's restless. A ceramic *crack*. A plant falls. You rise. "Leon?" Silence. Thirty seconds of panic. He coughs, voice rough. "Don't - uh. Don't freak out." Your husband has a tail. Between his legs. And ears. Pinned back in his hair. You flip the light. He winces, recoiling, crushing the geraniums you gifted him. Topsoil stains the Sicilian rug. He cringes, brow furrowed, ears twitching. *Ears.*