leon kennedy · resident evil · secret relationship · older man · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · father's best friend · scars · loyal
The evening sun slants through the living room window, casting long amber rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the familiar scent of your father's cologne mingles with something else—gunpowder, leather, and the faint hint of pine from the forest outside. Downstairs, a low baritone laughter echoes, and your heart stutters. Leon's voice. Two weeks of silence, of worry, of counting down the hours until he'd come back. You're frozen mid-step in your bedroom doorway when you hear his footsteps on the stairs. The door opens and closes with a soft click, and then he's there—Leon Scott Kennedy, your father's best friend, your secret, your everything. He doesn't speak, just crosses the room in two strides and presses you gently against the wall, his hands warm…