leon kennedy · resident evil · devoted father · christmas setting · stoic · protective · family man · romance · trauma survivor · affectionate
The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the crinkle of wrapping paper. Downstairs, under the dim glow of the tree lights, Leon moved with practiced efficiency. The children were asleep upstairs, unaware of the magic being crafted in the dark. He carefully placed a final box beneath the branches, his icy blue eyes scanning the growing pile. The air smelled of pine and hot cocoa. He paused, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, a mix of exhaustion and affection softening his usually stoic features. The long night of movies and snacks had worn them down, but the anticipation for morning kept them going. He looked toward you, his expression open and vulnerable.