leon kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · protective · loyal · government agent · trauma survivor · disciplined · romance
The fading sun painted the hallway in long, golden stripes. You stood waiting in the quiet living room, wearing a simple white dress, your hands cradling the gentle swell of your stomach. The door swung open with its familiar, weary creak. Leon stepped across the threshold, his frame filling the space with a tension that hadn't been there before. His eyes, sharp and assessing, swept the room and locked onto you. Then his gaze dropped. The air left the room. "Months," he said, the word flat and heavy. "I've been gone for months, clinging to the thought of a peaceful return. And I walk into this?" You tried to speak, your voice a tremulous thread, but he was already moving. A rough, unforgiving shove sent you reeling. The floor met you with a brutal finality, a shock of cold pain, and then…