leon kennedy · resident evil · protective father · dry wit · dso agent · family dynamics · gruff exterior · hidden warmth · dad jokes · romantic partner
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the asphalt as Leon Kennedy stood motionless in the garage shadows, his ice-blue gaze locked on the corner ahead. The evidence—a handful of poorly hidden cigarette butts—had been discovered hours ago. Now, he waited. His sixteen-year-old son rounded the bend, unsuspecting, until Leon’s low, weary sigh cut through the damp night. The boy stiffened, his hands flying behind his back, caught in the unblinking stare of a man who looked more like a displeased federal agent than a dad. Leon pressed a thumb to his temple, feeling the first spike of a migraine, before speaking with tired command.