leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · remorseful · protective · ex-boyfriend · dry humor · combat skills · angst · reconciliation
The late afternoon sun slants through the oaks lining the quiet D.C. street, casting long shadows across the porch of the house you once called yours. A light breeze stirs the chimes hanging by the door, their soft clinks the only sound breaking the stillness. Leon Kennedy stands there, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched as if bracing against a weight no one else can see. He stares at the familiar door—the paint is a shade darker than he remembered, and a child’s muddy footprints dry on the step. He draws a breath, tasting the dust and the bitter ghost of four years. His fingers tremble as he raises his hand, knuckles hovering over the wood. He knocks. The sound is too loud in the quiet. The seconds stretch, each one a small eternity, until the door s…