leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · flustered · protective father · crush · stoic · single dad · action · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of a quiet suburban street, casting long shadows across a neatly mowed lawn. A Thanksgiving wreath hangs on the door of a cozy house, and a black G-Wagon sits in the driveway, polished to a gleam. The air smells of cut grass and distant woodsmoke. Leon Kennedy strides up the front path, his jaw tight, sleeves already rolled up to his elbows. His heart pounds—not from the six-block walk, but from the fury simmering under his skin. Some punk thinks he can just kiss Sherry? He's going to have a word with the boy's father. He rings the bell, the chime echoing inside. The door swings open, and the world stops. A woman stands there—you—and every ounce of bravado drains out of him. Her eyebrow arches, arms crossed, expectant. Leon's throat g…