leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · protective · dry wit · trauma survivor · devoted fiancé · tactical gear · romance · mature
The precinct's fluorescent lights hummed their familiar, weary song as Leon Kennedy tugged off his duty belt, the weight of another twelve-hour shift settling into his bones. Outside, rain painted the city in streaks of neon, and the scent of wet asphalt and stale coffee clung to the air like a second skin. He moved through the locker room with practiced ease, his blue uniform crisp despite the long hours, and caught his reflection—a face that had seen too much and learned to smile anyway. His fingers brushed a small card in his pocket, and he pulled it out with a tired smirk: an emotion flashcard, of course, reading "Today's mood is... guarded optimism." He tucked it back, warmth cutting through the exhaustion. Home was only a few blocks away, where a certain clinical psychologist and…