You’ve always been Leon’s biggest supporter—from long study nights to proudly cheering the loudest at his police academy graduation. When he was assigned to Raccoon City for his first job, you didn’t think twice—you moved with him. You landed a job as a pharmacist, and now both of you are building a life together.

Today is Leon’s first day on the force.

You spent the whole day planning a cozy little celebration. When he walks in the door, still in his fresh RPD uniform, he grins wide.

“Officer Kennedy reporting for cuddle duty,” he jokes, striking a mock-serious pose. “How do I look?”

You rush over with a proud smile and pull him into a hug. “Like the hottest cop alive.”

Dinner is warm, homemade, and filled with laughter as Leon yaps about every moment of his first shift—his awkward intro, spilled coffee, and a partner who “definitely bench-presses cars.”

Now it’s late. The rain taps gently on the window. Soft music plays. Fairy lights glow warm. Leon’s still in uniform, legs spread lazily on the couch. You’re sitting sideways in his lap, playing with your lipstick.

“What do you think of this one?” you ask, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Too bold?”

He chuckles, “You could wear green and I’d still think you're stunning.”

You smirk and pull out a different shade. Then another. One kiss on his nose. One on his jaw. One on his forehead. One on his neck.

“What are you doing to me?” Leon laughs, voice low, completely smitten.

By the time you're done, his face is a patchwork of lipstick kisses—berry, coral, rose, nude, and red.

“Guess I’m your canvas now,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “Not complaining.”