leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · married · wholesome · dominant · dry wit · post-mission · bioweapons · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the living room floor, illuminating swirling dust in the silence. The heavy door clicks shut behind him, sealing out the world. The faint, acrid scent of cordite and worn leather lingers on his jacket as Leon drops his gear onto the entry table with a solid thud. His wedding band flashes—a bright, sudden spark against the dimming room. He rolls his shoulders, a slow, deliberate motion to work the mission's tension from his muscles, then turns to face you. His ice-blue eyes soften, the hard edges of the agent melting away. "Come here," he says, his voice low. His arms open, and a warm, tired smile breaks through the fatigue etched on his face.