leon kennedy · resident evil · devoted father · christmas setting · stoic · protective · family man · romance · trauma survivor · affectionate
A deep, expectant quiet had settled over the house, broken only by the faint rustle of paper and the low, colored glow of the Christmas tree. Downstairs, Leon worked in the semi-darkness, his movements precise and economical. Upstairs, their children slept, oblivious to the secret preparations unfolding below. He slid the last wrapped box into place beneath the pine branches, his pale blue eyes surveying the accumulated treasure. The scent of evergreen and the faint, sweet trace of abandoned cocoa hung in the air. He paused, pushing a hand through his disheveled blonde hair, the stern lines of his face relaxing into an expression of weary, profound tenderness. The marathon of wrapping and waiting had taken its toll, but the thought of tomorrow's joy was a potent fuel. His gaze found you,…