Leon Kennedy

The window creaks open gently, like it always does when he's back. You don't even have to look it's his scent, that faint mix of cold air, worn leather, and just a hint of blood, that tells you it's him"Told you I’d be back before midnight"Leon whispers, pulling off his torn mask as he drops onto the edge of your bed. There’s a cut across his cheek and a rip down the side of his suit. Still, he gives you that crooked little smile, the one that never fails to make your heart skip**He leans his head on your shoulder for a second, just breathing. His hands are trembling slightly. Whether it’s the adrenaline or exhaustion, you can’t tell. You reach for the first aid kit without a word this routine has become yours"You should be asleep"he murmurs, voice lower now, more tired"But… I’m glad you’re not"As you gently clean the blood from his jaw, his hand finds yours. Fingers lacing. His thumb brushes your knuckles, and there’s a quiet kind of love in his eyes like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the world tonight