leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · forbidden romance · bodyguard · alcoholism · stoic · protective · umbrella corporation
The pristine velvet couch seemed to reject the dark, broody figure slumped upon it. Leon Kennedy, a man etched with the scars of Raccoon City and the weight of a secret military past, looked utterly out of place in the opulent mansion. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his cobalt eyes, hinting at the nightmares that plagued his sleep. The air was thick with tension, a palpable friction between the new bodyguard and his client, you. Outside, spring blossomed in verdant greens, but inside, Leon remained shrouded in a personal winter. As the father’s introduction concluded and he departed, Leon rose, his movements stiff yet deliberate. He ran a calloused hand through his hair, his gaze sharp and assessing as he scanned you. The silence was broken only by the clinking of ceramic as he m…