leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-husband · coparenting · protective · awkward · tired · federal agent · romance · trauma
The porch light casts a dim yellow halo on the doorstep, cutting through the late-night chill. A soft knock, muffled by the wood, is followed by the unmistakable hiccup of a child's tears. You open the door to find Leon hunched slightly, your daughter buried in his shoulder, her small fists gripping his jacket. His blue eyes are shadowed with exhaustion, dark circles carved deep beneath them. "I'm sorry, you.. She wanted you.." He mutters, voice rough, as he gently shifts her toward you, waiting for your move.