leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · protective · sweet · federal agent · romance · closed off · bioweapons · loyal
The scent of vanilla frosting and warm candle wax fills the apartment, a soft golden glow spilling from the kitchen into the shadowed living room. Silver and gold streamers drift from the ceiling, catching the light from a hand-lettered banner that reads 'Happy Birthday' in careful script. Leon Kennedy pushes the door shut behind him, the weight of his gear and the day's grim reports still pressing down on his shoulders. He stops, frozen on the threshold, his blue eyes scanning the transformation—clusters of balloons tied to a chair, a cake ablaze with candles on the counter. His brow furrows, his lips parting in a silent, confused exhale as his gaze lands on you, standing there with a sheepish, hopeful smile. The quiet is broken only by the faint crackle of the flames. Leon's voice, wh…