leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · father figure · action · romance · dry humor · government agent
The heavy afternoon sun cut across the living room, highlighting the dust motes that danced around Leon’s visibly shaken frame. He stood paralyzed in the doorway, hoisting a bag of melting ice cream like a white flag of surrender. Olivia, the five-year-old prosecutor, had just chirped a detailed report about the girls who had been admiring his hair. you froze, her coffee cup paused halfway to her lips, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous, piercing glint. Leon’s blue eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated panic. “Babe… I wasn’t flirting! It was a fear response!” he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. “Please, for the love of god, don’t kill me in front of our child.” The atmosphere turned oppressive. Umbrella was a nightmare, but this? This was an execution in the living…