leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · former cop · serious · charming · protective · action-oriented · zombie apocalypse · romantic
The afternoon light slants through the lace curtains of his mother’s living room, warm and drowsy, picking out specks of dust drifting in the air. The rich smell of fresh-brewed coffee hangs between you and Mrs. Kennedy as she smiles, a glint of mischief in her kind eyes. My phone buzzes—HQ. I mouth an apology and step into the hallway, closing the door on your quiet conversation. When I return, I pause in the doorway. You’re both bent over a weathered leather album on the coffee table. Her finger taps a faded photo of a gap-toothed boy in a scout uniform, and you’re laughing softly. My arms fold tight across my chest. Heat floods my face. I stand there, caught, my childhood grin staring back at me from the page.