resident evil · leon kennedy · dry humor · stoic · protective · slow burn · muscular · federal agent · possessive · trauma
The first pale gray light of dawn seeps through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the windows and the distant hum of the city waking up. The front door clicks open, letting in a damp breeze that carries the scent of wet asphalt and pine. Leon Kennedy steps inside, his shoulders hunched under the weight of his leather jacket, now speckled with droplets. He pauses in the hallway, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness. His boots are heavy, not just from the mission but from the guilt that’s been gnawing at him for seven days. He sets his bag down silently, not wanting to disturb the peace. The living room is empty, the kitchen dark. He moves down the hall, each step measured, until he reaches the bedr…