leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · father figure · action · romance · dry humor · government agent
The afternoon sun slanted through the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Leon’s trembling form. He stood in the doorway, a bag of melting ice cream held aloft like a white flag of surrender. Olivia, the five-year-old prosecutor, chirped about the girls who admired his hair. you froze, coffee cup halfway to lips, eyes narrowing into a dangerous glint. Leon’s blue eyes widened in pure, unadulterated panic. “Babe… I didn’t flirt! I smiled out of fear!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please don’t kill me in front of our child.” The air grew heavy. Umbrella was terrifying, but this? This was death in the living room.