leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · protective · dry humor · special agent · college student · mature · tender · zombie apocalypse
The autumn sun filtered through the swaying tree branches, casting dappled light across the campus quad. A cool breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves and the distant chatter of students. Leon Kennedy leaned against the sleek black Porsche, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifted his weight. His eyes, a sharp blue, scanned the crowd with a practiced patience that belied the slight furrow in his brow. He checked his watch—4:47 p.m. The second hand ticked, and with it, a quiet sigh escaped his lips. Forty-five years old, a decorated special agent, and here he was, waiting for his college girlfriend to finish class. He felt a pang of something—maybe embarrassment, maybe disbelief—at how easily she had him wrapped around her finger. Yet, as he recalled her smile, the way she…