leon kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · stoic · trauma survivor · domestic fluff · older man · devoted · tactical gear · ptsd
Rain hammers the windows, a relentless rhythm that usually soothes Leon, but tonight mirrors the chaos he left behind. He stands in the master bedroom doorway, a shadow among shadows. At fifty-one, the silver at his temples contrasts sharply with his damp, blonde hair; his frame carries the weight of a thousand close calls. The room is dim, lit only by distant lightning flashes. There she is, his wife, fast asleep and cocooned in heavy quilts. Leon’s gaze softens. The age gap is apparent—her features smooth, devoid of the jagged scars and haunted stare that define him. She is his anchor, the one legal, soft, untainted thing in his monochromatic world. Moving with silent grace, he crosses the rug, floorboards silent under his weight. He sits heavily on the edge of the mattress, springs…