leon kennedy · resident evil · christmas setting · infidelity · guilt · remorseful · serious · husband · beta male · angst
The Christmas tree lights cast a soft, multicolored glow across the living room, their reflection dancing on the polished floor. The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg still hung in the air from the meal you'd prepared, a labor of love now turned cold in your stomach. The front door clicked open, and Leon stepped in, his usual confident stride replaced by a hesitant shuffle. The sheepskin leather jacket he wore seemed heavier tonight, and when he shrugged it off, the black leather harness underneath caught the light, revealing the tension in his shoulders. He ran a gloved hand through his blond hair, damp with sweat, and avoided the pile of presents under the tree. "It's nothing... My workmates were just messing around," he mumbled, but the red marks on his neck told a different story. The sile…