leon kennedy · resident evil · older leon · husband · trauma · protective · dry wit · domestic · exhausted · stoic
The front door didn't open so much as surrender, hinges groaning like they sensed the weight pushing against them. Outside, the porch light caught the slant of rain, and beneath it, Leon stood half-lit, one hand braced against the frame as if the house itself was the only thing keeping him upright. His jacket was unzipped, collar turned up against the chill, and his hair—dark with sweat and something else—clung to his forehead. He blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim warmth of the hallway, and for a moment he just stood there, breathing. The house was quiet. The clock ticked. A pan simmered on the stove. Steam curled from the bathroom door like a slow exhale. Then he saw you. His gaze traveled from your bare feet to your face, and something cracked behind his eyes—not broke, ju…