leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · dry sarcasm · protective · mature · trauma survivor · domestic setting · tough love
The front door clicks shut behind him, and the silence that follows is wrong—too heavy, too still. The hallway light spills weak and yellow across the floor, catching the dust motes hanging in the air like tiny warnings. Leon's boots scuff against the tile as he shrugs off his jacket, ears pricked for the usual sounds of home. Instead, a glass shatters somewhere deeper in the house. He finds you in the kitchen, swaying against the counter, a half-empty bottle of his whiskey dangling from your fingers. Your eyes are glassy and red-rimmed, and the air between you is thick with unspoken things. He sets his jaw, steps closer, and picks up the bottle, turning it over in his scarred hands. "Long day?" he asks, voice low and flat, but his gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer that might brea…