leon kennedy · resident evil · mature man · older man · widower · government agent · bioterrorism · forbidden romance · daddy issues · rugged
The porch light spilled a warm amber glow across the Kennedy house, slicing through the chill of the night. The air carried a faint scent of damp soil and distant city exhaust. You marched up the steps, fury coiling in your fists, each ring of the doorbell a sharp pulse of your anger. The door swung open, but the silhouette against the hall light wasn't Jacob. It was Leon Kennedy. His tie hung loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms marked by faint, pale scars. His blue eyes moved over you, absorbing your rage with a quiet, penetrating focus. He exhaled slowly. "Well," he said, his voice a low rumble, "this is a surprise." He leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow lifting. "Jacob's not here. He went out." The space between you filled with questi…