𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Seeking The Exes Refuge

AN: This imagine features RE6 Leon♡
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My head swivels towards the sound of the doorbell as I pause the movie on the TV. I get up hesitantly, looking at the clock to see it's pretty late. I've got no idea who would be at my front door at this hour, but I do know that it can't be any good. A million possibilities run through my head as I unlock the door and open it, but none of them compared the the actuality.

Leon.

Also known as my ex-fiance, who I haven't seen in years.

I gasp, then look behind him, for some reason expecting to see trouble, but it's just him. The sight of him brings numerous emotions through me, I'm angry and hurt, but at the same time I'm confused and concerned, regardless that he's my ex I'm still worried about why he's turned up now on my doorstep. I guess I still care even after all these years, even after he walked out of my life like there wasn't anything special between us.

Without speaking yet I step aside to let him in. Leon looks behind him, as if searching for something, then finally rushes in, closing the door behind him as I stand back, arms crossed over my chest defensively. When he turns back to me I see he looks so tired, his eyes haunted by something I imagine has links to the reason he's here.

Whatever trouble he's in, and I know he definitely is, a part of me is relieved that he chose to seek refuge here. "Leon," I softly whisper, "Why are you here?"

Leon hesitates, looking all around my apartment as if to avoid the eyes he could never lie to, but inevitably his neptune blue eyes find mine. His brows lift, giving him a look of guilt and hope, he's searching for forgiveness or understanding, but I can't give that to him until I know what's going on. Not until I know why he chose me.

"I'm in trouble," he admits, his voice sending a dagger through my heart, "I just need somewhere to lay low for a while, only for tonight until I can figure things out." He at least has the audacity to sound regretful.

I want to turn him away, let him feel what it's like to see the one you care for turn their back on your, but I'm not that kind of person. I guess that's why Leon loved me, he always said I was kind and considerate, a rare jewel in this world that's full of people who are all for themselves. I swallow, then nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the desperate and vulnerable look on his face.

"Okay," I say with more confidence than I feel, "but you've got to tell me why you're in trouble." He begins to argue so I hold up a hand. "At least the basics of it, I presume you're still working for the government?"

Leon huffs a fake laugh, nodding. "Yeah, still doing that." His shoulders slump with defeat as if he knows that he's safe and can relax. I bite my lip, then turn on my heel heading for the kitchen where I make us some tea, I remember off by heart how Leon likes it, and when I pass it to him he takes a sip and smiles, closing his eyes. "I've missed that." He murmurs.

I blink away the tears forming then go back to the sofa, where Leon follows and sits beside me. "Out with it then?" I ask.

Leon sighs deeply, then begins telling me about an outbreak in some place called Tall Oaks, and then he reveals he killed the president. I'm shaking by the time he's done, putting on a brave face, but then again deep down I know I can trust Leon. He's not a liar, he's an avoider.

By the time we're done talking it's late, and we're both tired. I pass him some pillows and my best blanket, then watch as he lies down, eyes already closing. I smile, wanting to snuggle with him like I used to and feel his arms around me, they're the best feeling in the world and since trying to get over him nobody else's has compared. I go to my bedroom, getting changed then slipping into bed.

But I can't sleep.

Guilt chews at me, the thought of Leon all by himself out there makes my heart pang. He's been through so much, and I treat him like a stray dog. I know we're not together and it doesn't give me the right to care this deeply, but I can't help the fact that even after all this time I still love that man.

With a heavy sigh I shove the covers off of me and pad to the living room, quiet to not spook him. It's completely silent aside from the ticking of the clock, and the gentle hum of the air conditioning from upstairs. I stare at Leon's sleeping form, loving how peaceful he looks for once, his breathing is steady until I make a move, stepping to him and poking his arm with a finger.

"Leon," I whisper as he stirs, "you can come to the bed, it's probably more comfortable for your old man back." I tease.

I see his lips quirk up at my words, I always used to joke about our age gap. "My back's fine sweetheart," he softly says, voice a little thick from sleep, "you probably just miss me."

In the darkness we feel comfortable enough to joke and admit our feelings, so with a shaky voice I reply. "Yeah, that's it." I laugh a little to ease in the revelation. Leon's eyes widen a little, then hesitantly he reaches out and takes my hand in his bigger one.

"I've missed you too sweetheart." He mumbles, then suddenly he pulls me down beside him, his touch firm but gentle as he wraps his arms around me in a warm embrace. It's better than I remember, and feels like being home again.

For a moment we're both quiet, lying there in silence as we take in the moment and the truths revealed. I lose myself in his comfort, then as if nothing had ever happened between us, as if all is forgiven, our lips meet in a tender but strong kiss, which sends my universe spiraling.

As we share more kisses we realise that despite the hurt and uncertainty that lingers between us there's still love here, and an undeniable connection.

We never make it to the bed because I drift off to sleep nestled in Leon's arms, feeling more comfortable than ever. The sound of his heartbeat is one that I'll forever treasure, knowing that mine is an imitation of his.