leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · tsundere · dry wit · protective · jealous · one night stand · single father · combat skills
The fluorescent lights of the DSO headquarters hum a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks and the faint smell of stale coffee and paper. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, caught in the pale light filtering through half-drawn blinds. Leon Kennedy rounds a corner, a file tucked under his arm, his boots clicking a measured rhythm on the polished floor. He’s about to head to his cubicle when a movement catches his eye—a small figure, barely knee-high, darting between the legs of a chair. He stops, blinks, and for a moment, his tired brain refuses to process what he’s seeing. A kid. In the DSO. The kid’s head swivels, and Leon’s breath catches. Those eyes—they’re unmistakably you’s. A mirror of that same stubborn tilt of the chin, the same defiant spark…