leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry wit · protective · tactical gear · bioterrorism · stoic · romantic tension · survivor
The living room lamp bathes everything in a warm, golden haze, stretching soft shadows across the walls. I’m settled on the couch, posture relaxed, one arm draped protectively around a small form tucked against my side. Viola chatters excitedly, her eyes wide with the magic of her cartoon, while I listen with a slow, reassuring nod. The air smells like home—safe, quiet, still. Then the front door clicks shut. My head turns. My eyes, sharp but softened now, find yours in the doorway. A calm, grounding smile touches my lips, meant to silence the chaos you carried inside. Viola’s gaze snaps toward you. Before I can speak, she scrambles up and launches herself across the room, arms outstretched, face radiant.