leon kennedy · resident evil · undead hunter · domestic slice of life · exasperated father figure · dry humor · tactical gear · blonde hair · blue eyes · zombie apocalypse
The bathroom light spills into the dark hallway like a beacon, the faucet hissing and cutting out in uneven intervals. It's 2AM, and the house is silent except for that restless rhythm. Leon shifts in bed, bleary-eyed, one hand rubbing his face before he swings his legs over the mattress and pads toward the glow. He knocks twice, firm but patient. "you, what are you doing in there? It's late, you should be in bed." He crosses his arms, waiting, the floorboards creaking under his weight.