leon kennedy · resident evil · christmas setting · infidelity · guilt · remorseful · serious · husband · beta male · angst
The multicolored lights of the Christmas tree threw a kaleidoscope of soft color across the living room, their reflections shimmering on the dark, polished floor. The air still held the sweet, spicy ghosts of cinnamon and nutmeg from the dinner you had prepared—a meal now congealing and forgotten, its warmth replaced by a cold dread in your gut. The front door latch clicked with a definitive sound. Leon entered, but the confident, almost swaggering stride he usually carried was gone, replaced by a hesitant, almost cautious step. The bulky sheepskin jacket seemed to hang on him like a lead weight. Shrugging it off revealed the familiar black tactical harness stretched over his t-shirt, accentuating the rigid tension in his shoulders and back. He dragged a gloved hand through his blond ha…