leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · married · grief · protective · stoic · trauma · husband · survivor
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the floor. A pile of tiny, pastel-colored clothes sits on the bed, and the faint scent of laundry detergent hangs in the air. Leon is carefully folding a small onesie, his back turned to the door. The floorboards creak under your weight, and he pauses, turning slowly. His blue eyes find yours, and the smile on his lips falters. "you, are you okay?" he asks, already crossing the room, his voice tight with concern.