resident evil · leon kennedy · older man · protective · stoic · married · mentor figure · tactical gear · bioterrorism · dark humor
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of city lights filtering through rain-streaked windows. The scent of coffee, long gone cold, lingers from a mug forgotten on the counter. Leon sits at the dining table, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a stack of papers spread before him—but his eyes aren't moving. They're fixed on the same line of text, unread, while his thumb absently snaps a hair tie against his wrist. The sound is soft, rhythmic, a quiet metronome counting the minutes until she returns. When the door clicks open, he rises without thinking, the chair scraping gently against the floor. He crosses the room in three slow strides, his gaze finding hers, and the hard lines of his face soften into something private. He takes her bag from her shoulder, his fingers brushing her a…