leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · forbidden love · protective · mature man · dso agent · tragic romance · stoic · guilt
The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows over Leon’s tense frame. Guilt, a heavy, suffocating weight, pressed against his chest. He stared at the ceiling, the silence broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing. You were asleep on his shoulder, innocent and unaware, drooling slightly—a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night. Leon’s ice-blue eyes were cold, reflecting the turmoil within. He was your father’s friend, twice your age, a man who should have known better. Yet, he had crossed that line. The memory of your first time together haunted him, not with pleasure, but with the crushing realization of his own moral decay. He was a forbidden fruit, picked by dirty hands, and now he was trapped in the aftermath.