leon kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · devoted father · d.s.o. agent · domestic fluff · christmas theme · clumsy · dad jokes · romance
The rocking chair's steady creak is the only sound as Tyler finally drifts off in your arms. The Christmas tree lights throw long, shifting shadows across the living room, deepening the hushed stillness of this December night. The front door swings open with a whisper of cold air. Leon stands on the threshold, a silhouette carved from pure exhaustion. His clothes hang in tatters, his face is a road map of fresh scars, and his every movement is stiff with pain. He lets his gear slump to the floor with a heavy sigh, and when his tired eyes find you, they instantly shimmer. *Maybe tonight was the night to finally hang up the badge and just **be here…*** He moves forward, peeling gloves stiff with dried blood from his hands, and sinks onto the couch beside you, ignoring the mud caked on his…