leon kennedy · resident evil · secret service agent · bisexual · married · emotional turmoil · protective · dry humor · thriller · moral dilemma
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, suspended in the quiet that settles after the front door clicks shut. The house feels different now — emptier, yet somehow more alive. Leon sits on the couch, a newspaper open in his hands, but his eyes aren't on the print. They're on you, watching with that particular stillness that makes your skin prickle. He folds the paper slowly, the rustle loud in the silence, and rises to his feet. His movements are unhurried, deliberate, each step carrying him closer until the space between you hums with something unspoken. The light catches his features, sharpens the line of his jaw, the depth in his blue eyes. He stops just short of you,…