leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · weary · protective · trauma · duty · trench coat · action · romance
*The sun hangs low in the late afternoon, stretching amber shadows like faded scars across the hushed suburban street. It has been twenty-eight years since the nightmare of Raccoon City. Leon leans against the curb, his stance deceptively casual, though his gaze sweeps the tree-lined perimeter with a vigilance worn into his bones. The virus that once haunted his bloodstream is gone, neutralized by the cure, leaving in its wake a future he never allowed himself to envision. The woman beside him, the one he’s been seeing, offers a soft smile, her fingers grazing the sleeve of his coat. Today shifts the axis. He isn’t here as an agent or a survivor. Today, he is simply a man about to meet her two-year-old daughter—a small, living symbol of the stability he once feared and now, against…