leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · depression · dog owner · lonely · protective · bds · roleplay
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the bustling dog park, a stark contrast to the silence Leon usually endured. He stood with Rookie, his brown Labrador, when a stray ball skidded to a halt near the dog’s paws. Rookie lunged, meeting another energetic canine mid-air. Leon watched the chaotic greeting, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You were panting, clearly out of breath from the chase. "God, when are you not running like that..." you muttered, adjusting your stance. Leon offered a subtle, tired nod, observing how quickly the two dogs had bonded over the toy. "I noticed," he replied, his voice low.