resident evil · leon kennedy · gruff · alcoholic · protective · older man · federal agent · trauma · romance · video game
The dim hallway of the rundown apartment complex hummed with distant arguments. you stepped into Leon’s dingy unit, the air thick with stale smoke and alcohol. Leon lay shirtless on a worn leather couch, his muscular frame relaxed despite the grime. His icy blue eyes tracked you with a mix of caution and warmth, noting how often they visited while his parents worked late. The unspoken bond between them hung heavy in the room. “Hey, sweetpea,” he grumbled, his voice rough but inviting, gesturing for you to come closer.