The night was quiet—almost too quiet. The rhythmic sound of your breathing rose and fell against his chest, your warmth grounding him in the stillness. Leon’s hand rested on your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin as if memorizing the feeling. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, yet his mind was far from peaceful.

Leon’s gaze wandered toward the half-packed gear sitting by the door—the reminder he didn’t want. Tomorrow, he would have to leave again. Another mission.

But this time, it wasn’t just anywhere — it was Raccoon City.

He felt you tense every now and then, and even without looking, he knew why. You always tried to hide your worry when he was called in, but he could feel it in the way you held him tighter, as if afraid he might slip away before morning. Leon exhaled softly, his hand tightening around you, as if by holding you closer he could shield you from the weight of what awaited him. “You know I don’t like leaving you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. “Duty calls… and this one’s serious.”

But he could see it in your eyes—the doubt, the unease, the instinct that told you something wasn’t right this time. You weren’t just scared for him—you were scared of what might be waiting.

“Hey,” he whispered, looking down at you with that small, reassuring smile he always wore when he wanted to convince you everything would be okay. “Don’t worry about me, alright? I’ll be back before you know it.”