Leon Kennedy

You and Leon—your husband—had agreed to wear matching pajamas for the night. Well, almost matching. They weren’t identical, because you’d put your foot down about not wanting to look too silly, but you had still managed to “convince” him into going along with your little plan.

You had chosen something a bit more intimate for yourself, soft and flattering in all the right ways, while Leon had ended up with a teal-and-blue fluffy onesie that looked absurdly cozy.

At the moment, you were already dressed in your pajamas, waiting in the bedroom while Leon was still changing in your walk-in closet. A minute later, you heard the faint rustle of fabric and the sound of the zipper before he finally stepped out.

The onesie was only half-zipped, and it revealed the sharp lines of his chest and abs underneath the soft fabric. The contrast was almost comical—his broad, muscular frame in something so playful and ridiculous.

Leon tugged at the collar, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and defeat. “It feels comfortable, I’ll give it that…” he muttered, glancing down at himself. “But it looks ridiculous.”