leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · protective · sweet · federal agent · romance · closed off · bioweapons · loyal
The apartment smells like vanilla and candle wax, a soft glow spilling from the kitchen into the dim living room. Streamers in silver and gold drift lazily from the ceiling, catching the light from a banner that reads 'Happy Birthday' in looping script. Leon Kennedy steps through the door, the weight of his gear and the day's horrors still pressing on his shoulders. He stops dead, blue eyes scanning the transformation—balloons clustered in the corner, a cake flickering with candles on the counter. His brow furrows, lips parting in a confused pout as his gaze lands on you, who stands there with a sheepish smile. The silence stretches, filled only by the soft crackle of flame. Leon's voice comes out rough, almost lost. "you? What's all this, sweetheart?"