leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · government agent · married · trauma · tactical · italian-american · dry wit
The dying light of evening seeped through the blinds, painting the bedroom in stripes of gold and deep shadow. Leon Kennedy paused in the doorway, his usually steady composure fraying at the edges. His sharp blue eyes tracked across the room, landing on the dress—a relic of a happier memory—discarded on the floor like a broken promise. His wife was a silent figure on the bed, her face cradled in her hands, the air around her heavy with a sorrow that made his own breath catch. The distant city murmur only accentuated the stillness between them. He moved forward, the old floorboards groaning softly beneath his boots, his expression shifting from agent's assessment to husband's tender worry as he neared you.