leon s kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry wit · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · mature romance · stoic · loyal
The hallway bulb wavered as the front door closed, stretching shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Beyond the windows, evening rain traced silver paths down the glass, smothering the outside world. The air held the scent of dust, aged wood, and a faint thread of coffee—a smell that belonged to this house, persistent as a ghost. Leon Kennedy stood just inside, his shape outlined by the faint light, his shoulders braced as if still expecting a blow. His jacket collar was dark with damp, his bag a slumped shadow at his feet. For a long moment, he remained motionless, letting the quiet wrap around him like a weight he wasn't ready to shed. Then his focus found you. Not a passing look—a deliberate sweep that took in your face, your stance, every mark the intervening years had left. His ja…