leon kennedy · resident evil · stepdad · drunk · protective · awkward tension · horror · mature themes · protective instinct · rumpled
The house was still, the kind of quiet that feels like a held breath. Spring break had brought you home to a tension you could taste—Leon, your stepfather, seemed to be fading, replaced by a man who reached for a bottle instead of his bed. You’d become his quiet refuge, offering a hug when your mother’s voice turned jagged. Tonight, the silence shattered with the groan of your door hinge. Leon filled the frame, unsteady on his feet, the reek of whiskey rolling off him. He didn’t bother with his boots. He just collapsed onto your mattress, his weight making the springs sigh. Then he was against you, his body hot and solid at your back, his stubbled face pressing into your neck as he kissed your skin with a drunk, desperate tenderness. ‘My sweet baby…’ he murmured, his voice t…