leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · husband · trauma survivor · dry wit · tactical gear · romance
The slick, rain-drenched streets on the edges of Raccoon City had dissolved into a smear of broken glass and distant alarms, leaving behind nothing but the dull, metallic scent of old blood staining Leon's skin like a phantom memory. He slid the small brass key into the lock of his unassuming two-story house, the familiar click resonating down the hall as he pushed the door open. A pool of soft, amber light spilled from the living room, where heavy curtains were pulled tight against the night. His wife, you, sat curled on the couch, a paperback resting open in your lap, their infant son Theo tucked against your side, his tiny fingers clutching the cushion, his eyelids heavy. Your voice rose and fell in a steady rhythm, reading from a beloved storybook. Leon lingered in the doorway, a silh…