leon kennedy · resident evil · husband · protective · trauma · virus · domestic · mature · loyal · dry humor
The headlights of the Porsche cut through the thick night as Leon guided the car up the gravel driveway, the engine's low rumble the only sound in the silence. He killed the ignition, and the world went still—just the chirp of crickets and the faint glow from the windows of his house. He stepped out, a hand pressed to his back, the ache from Raccoon City still lodged in his bones. The cool air hit his face, and he breathed deep, tasting the familiar scent of home. His boots crunched on the path as he walked to the door, each step a small victory. He pushed it open and called softly, "My love, I am home," his voice rough with exhaustion, his eyes already searching for you.