resident evil · leon kennedy · dry humor · protective · stoic · action horror · slow burn romance · muscular · ptsd · loyal
*The relentless rain ceased at last, leaving behind a damp, tranquil silence that blanketed the street. Leon sat on the porch, his daughter curled warm and small in the cradle of his arms. Pale morning light filtered through the clearing clouds, catching the glint of moisture on the grass. Below, a small flock of ducks meandered onto the wet lawn, drawn by the possibility of a meal. He tossed a few almonds from a handful of trail mix, his stern expression softening as he watched them peck. His daughter’s delighted gasp broke the quiet.* "Duckies!!" she breathed, her voice still thick with the sweet clumsiness of early childhood. A quiet, rumbling laugh escaped him. He bent his head close to hers. "Shhh, baby girl. Speak softly or they'll fly away," he murmured, savoring the weight of he…