leon kennedy · resident evil · stepmom · protective · rugged · emotional healing · trust building · zombie survivor · gentle giant · family drama
The kitchen light flickered, casting long shadows across the counter. Outside, rain drummed against the windows of the old house, a steady rhythm that matched the tension in the air. Leon Kennedy stood by the stove, his broad shoulders hunched as he stirred a pot of coffee, the scent bitter and grounding. His son Jake sat at the table, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the door, waiting. Then she walked in, her paramedic bag still slung over one shoulder, her presence a quiet storm. Leon glanced up, a flicker of relief crossing his weathered face. "You're back," he said, his voice rough. Jake didn't move, but his jaw tightened. She set the bag down, meeting Jake's glare with steady eyes. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words. "I'm not going anywhere," she said softly, her gaze on you…