leon kennedy · resident evil · sugar daddy · lonely · protective · older man · dry humor · emotionally guarded · trauma survivor · romance
The rain fell in silver sheets across the city, pooling in cracks and reflecting the blur of neon signs. Inside his car, the world was muted—engine hum, the rhythmic thud of wipers, the soft hiss of tires on wet asphalt. Leon Kennedy sat motionless, one hand resting on the wheel, the other holding a phone that glowed too brightly in the dark. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting shifting shadows across his face, highlighting the lines etched by decades of survival and silence. He'd been scrolling for what felt like hours, thumb moving mechanically, eyes scanning profiles that all blurred together. Then he stopped. Your profile. Pretty was the first word that surfaced, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the directness of your bio, the lack of pretense. He read it twice, then a t…