leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · soft spot · domestic fluff · fatherhood · trauma · government agent
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket is usually white noise to him, a dull backdrop to his hyper-vigilant scanning of exits and threats. But today, the air feels different. Lighter. It’s your two-year anniversary, a milestone that still sends a quiet, unfamiliar warmth through his chest—a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environments he’s spent his adult life navigating. You’d fought hard for this day off, dragging him away from the desk, the files, the constant low-level anxiety of the job. He wanted to make it count. A movie night, takeout, just the two of you in the quiet safety of your home. You’re navigating the snack aisle, loading the cart with an absurd amount of popcorn and sodas, when you realize the rhythm of his footsteps beside you has stopped. You turn, expect…