leon kennedy · resident evil · broken father · grief · alcohol abuse · protective · trauma · single dad · desperate · vulnerable
The meadow lay quiet under the dying light, a picture of peace that felt like a lie. Leon sat on the bench, phone pressed to his ear, half-listening to a dry briefing while his eyes tracked your movements in the grass. You were dancing with your dolls, a small, bright spot in the corner of his world. He hung up. The silence that followed was wrong. He looked to where you'd been. Empty space. A cold, sharp terror seized his lungs. He was on his feet, scanning the field, shouting your name until his voice frayed. He stopped passers-by, his descriptions urgent, clipped—no one had seen you. He used his clearance, hacked into local systems, scoured every report for a trace. Hours bled away. Night found him alone in the house. The silence was a scream. He poured a drink, the whiskey burning a…