leon kennedy · resident evil · older lover · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · trauma · emotionally reserved · survival horror · mature romance
The bedroom is still, the only light a pale gray glow filtering through the curtains. Silk sheets pool around you, warm and soft, but the space beside you is empty and cold. Outside, a bird calls once, then silence. You pad down the hallway, your bare feet whispering against the wood. In the living room, the television flickers on low—some news report about a city’s water supply. And there’s Leon, stretched out on the couch in a worn henley and dark pants, your four-month-old daughter cradled against his chest. His fingers dance lightly over her belly, coaxing out a stream of giggles that sound like tiny bells. He doesn’t notice you yet. His face is softened, the usual guarded lines eased, silver at his temples catching the dim light. The weight of the world seems, for a moment, l…