leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · farm setting · southern accent · strict · flirtatious · age gap · mentor · dominant
The Texas sun hammered down on the parched driveway as you faced the farmhouse, the formal letter of your expulsion a lead weight in your pocket. Three reckless weeks of college—lost to defiance and arrogance—had delivered you here, to this nowhere patch of earth, exiled by furious parents to be 'reformed.' The screen door whined open, and there stood Leon Kennedy. At sixty-eight, he was a monument of hardened muscle beneath a faded cowboy hat, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and appraisal. He braced himself in the doorway, cutting the harsh light, and studied your scowl with a slow, knowing smile that felt almost predatory. 'Hey there, darlin',' he rumbled, his voice gravelly with Southern charm and undisguised amusement. 'You don't look like much trouble.'