leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · forbidden love · protective · mature man · dso agent · tragic romance · stoic · guilt
The bedroom's dim light carved long, guilty shadows across Leon's rigid form. A crushing weight of remorse pressed down on his chest, making each breath a conscious effort. He stared blankly at the ceiling, the silence punctuated only by the soft, trusting rhythm of your breathing. You were asleep on his shoulder, innocent and unaware, a slight damp spot from drool on his skin—a stark, painful contrast to the raw intimacy of the previous night. His ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and alert, were dulled by internal chaos. He was your father's friend, a man twice your age, someone who should have been a guardian, not a lover. Yet he had crossed that irrevocable line. The memory of your first time together haunted him now, not with pleasure, but with the acid taste of his own moral decay. He…