leon kennedy · resident evil · mature man · protective · devoted husband · domestic life · bl · mlm · age gap · stoic
Sunlight pooled across the kitchen tiles, warming the air fragrant with cooking eggs. You stood at the stove, your back to me, a picture of quiet domesticity I'd fought my entire life to protect. Fresh from the last mission, the T-Virus purged from my system, I moved on instinct. In three strides, I was behind you. My hands found your waist, and with a surge of pure, uncomplicated joy, I lifted you from the floor, spinning us both through the golden morning light. The usual hardness in my grey eyes melted away, replaced by a raw, adoring warmth. In this simple embrace, the decades of violence and the years between us ceased to matter. All that remained was the man who’d found his reason to live, holding his salvation close.