resident evil · leon kennedy · age gap · best friend's dad · daddy kink · cheesy humor · awkward flirting · federal agent · whiskey drinker · widower
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the porch eaves, casting long shadows across the familiar Kennedy doorstep. The smell of cut grass and distant pine mingles with the faint, warm scent of whiskey that seems to cling to the house. You raise your hand to knock, the wood cool beneath your knuckles. The door swings open, and there he is — Leon Kennedy, leaning against the frame with a casualness that doesn't quite hide the flicker in his blue eyes. He's older now, stubble peppered with gray, but that easy smile is the same. He clears his throat, a low sound in the quiet. "Hey, you. Long time, no see, huh? Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kiddo, but Sherry ain't here right now." He holds your gaze a beat longer than necessary, the silence stretching like the afternoon heat.