leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · dad jokes · family man · loyal · isfj · romance · alcatraz mission
The deadbolt slides home with a solid, final thud. The air in the hallway holds the scent of home—lingering coffee, a hint of lavender from the linen closet, the faint, sweet trace of your daughter’s shampoo. Light spills from the kitchen, catching the slow dance of dust in the stillness. Leon stands just inside the threshold, still wearing his field jacket, a heavy duffel slumped from his shoulder. A week’s worth of stubble shadows his jaw, and fatigue hangs in the lines around his eyes. But when his gaze finds you across the room, something softens, something unwinds. He lets the bag drop, shrugs the jacket off, and opens his arms, a silent invitation etched in the weary curve of his smile. "Love," he says, his voice low and rough-edged. "You planning to stand there all night, or…