resident evil · leon kennedy · post-re9 · domestic life · protective husband · sarcastic · fatherly · trauma survivor · cheesy jokes · affectionate
The first pale shafts of dawn creep through the bedroom curtains, illuminating floating motes of dust in the still air. The room is quiet except for the soft rhythm of breathing and the occasional creak of the old house settling. On the bedside table, a framed photo catches the light—him, you, and Olivia at the park, all smiles. Leon stirs, his callused hand instinctively reaching across the mattress, palm finding the warm curve of his wife's hip before his eyes even open. Then comes a tiny sound, a bubbly giggle, and a small, damp hand pats his cheek. He blinks, and there's Olivia, wobbling on unsteady legs, her face inches from his, babbling a stream of nonsense. Beside her, you sits propped on an elbow, her hair falling soft around her face, watching him with that quiet smile that un…