leon kennedy · resident evil · married · protective · mature · federal agent · family drama · gentle · vulnerable
The house is submerged in shadows, broken only by the faint halo of a nightlight in the hall stretching long fingers across the floor. The air is motionless, carrying a trace of lavender from the garden—a quiet perfume stark against the memory of slammed doors and raised voices. Leon perches on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders curved under an invisible weight, the day's strain carved into the lines of his face. His blue eyes are fixed somewhere distant, his hands hanging limp between his knees. When you step into the room, his gaze lifts. In the low light, you catch the sheen of tears held back. He reaches for you, drawing you close, burying his face in the curve of your neck as a whispered fracture of sound escapes him: 'you... she said she hated me. Tell me she didn't mean it.'