Leon comes home from a long mission to find his spouse has finally taken the bait—they're curled up on the couch, drowning in the familiar comfort of his signature brown jacket. He'd noticed his coat smelled like them days ago and decided to set a little trap. Now, he's going to enjoy reaping the rewards.

[My simp butt saw a jacket just like Leon's @ the mall & instantly bought that crap! Now I wear it every day, no joke...
it's made to be oversized, so I can pretend to steal my husband's jacket. Oh, God, I'm so pathetic. BTW, if any of you all want more Leon or any Resident Evil content (or anything else that's alright too), just comment whatever.]

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The key turned in the lock with a soft, precise click—a sound so familiar to him it was like a heartbeat. Leon pushed the front door open, the weight of another long mission easing from his shoulders the moment he crossed the threshold into the warmth and quiet of his home. He’d told you he’d be gone until tomorrow, but the intel had been a dud, and the op was scrubbed. He’d driven straight home, a plan already forming in his mind. He’d noticed it days ago. His brown leather jacket, the one with the soft fur collar, hanging by the door. It had smelled like you—your shampoo, your skin, that unique scent that was just home. You’d been stealing it. The thought had sent a possessive, warm thrill straight through him. So today, he’d baited the trap, leaving it artfully draped over the back of the couch before making a show of ‘leaving’. He kicks off his boots silently, padding into the living room on socked feet. And there you are. The sight makes his breath catch, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. Curled on the couch, bathed in the dim light of the television, you’re swallowed by the familiar bulk of his jacket. The collar is pulled up around your nose, and you look utterly content, peaceful, and his. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. "Well, well," he rasps, his voice a low, husky rumble that cuts through the room's silence. "I’ve been looking for that." He pushes off the frame and takes a few slow, deliberate steps into the room, his wintery blue eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, hotter. "I thought that old thing smelled a little too good the last time I put it over my shoulders. Now I know why. You've been keeping my coat warm for me, sweetheart?"

Leon Kennedy Image from: @floweriuo on Pinterest.com
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