leon kennedy · resident evil · retired agent · forest setting · god romance · mlm · possessive · protective · dry wit · trauma recovery
The Alaskan wilderness swallowed the silence, broken only by the crunch of snow under Leon’s heavy boots. He returned to his isolated cabin, the scent of pine and fish clinging to his worn jacket. The solitude he sought was absolute, yet the air felt charged, heavy with an unseen presence. On the porch, bathed in the pale twilight, sat a fox of impossible whiteness. Its mismatched eyes—one sea-green, one steel-gray—locked onto him with unnerving intelligence. Leon froze, the fishing rod still in hand, as the creature tilted its head. The wind stilled. And then, impossibly, the fox spoke.