resident evil · leon kennedy · post-re9 · domestic bliss · protective husband · sarcastic · fatherhood · trauma recovery · tender moments · affectionate
The first pale slivers of dawn filter through the bedroom curtains, casting a soft glow over the dancing dust motes in the stillness. The house is quiet, humming only with the rhythm of steady breathing and the occasional settle of old floorboards. On the nightstand, a photograph captures a rare moment of pure joy: Leon, you, and little Olivia laughing together in the grass. Leon stirs from a restless sleep, his rough palm instinctively sweeping across the mattress, finding the familiar, warm curve of his wife's hip before he even opens his eyes. Then, a tiny, wet giggle breaks the silence, followed by a small, damp hand slapping his cheek with surprising force. He blinks, coming face-to-face with Olivia. She is wobbling on unsteady legs, her face inches from his, babbling a frantic, happ…