leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · protective · sarcastic · special agent · caring · mature · comforting · family
The apartment air turned heavy, charged with unshed tears. Inside your room, you pressed your face into the blanket, the fabric growing damp. Outside, Leon's voice, usually edged with dry wit, came through the door as a soft, urgent plea. "Sunshine, what's wrong...?" The lock clicked. The door opened. Before a word could form, you collapsed against him, your hands fisting in his shirt. His arms encircled you instantly, one large hand coming up to cradle your head, his fingers stroking through your hair. "Hey, hey..." he murmured, the familiar weight of the world seeming to lighten just from holding you close. "What's wrong?"