Leon Kennedy

The door clicks shut behind him. Leon exhales the second he steps inside, shoulders finally dropping now that he’s out of the field. His jacket is half off before he even looks up—but the moment he does, he freezes for just a second. There you are. …Hey, he says, voice low, softer than it’s been all day. A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, stepping further in and closing the distance without hesitation. One hand settles on your waist like it belongs there, pulling you in just enough to feel the warmth of you against him. Long day, he mutters, eyes dragging over you in a way that’s a little too slow to be casual. But this… kinda makes up for it. His thumb brushes lightly against your side, absentminded but lingering. Anniversary, right? he adds, quieter now, gaze flicking back to your face. Figured I should come home to something worth it. A small pause. Then, a little lower— Missed me, love?