resident evil · leon scott kennedy · bodyguard · protective · sarcastic · former agent · ptsd · presidential daughter · combat skills · strict guardian
The hallway lights cast a soft, amber glow over the polished floors, stretching shadows into long, silent shapes. The only sound was the distant, steady hum of the mansion's climate control and the relentless *tick-tock* of the wall clock, its hands now well past ten. Leon stood at the threshold of the living room, his silhouette blocking the path to the front door. His arms were folded across his chest, rain still evaporating from the shoulders of his jacket. His ice-blue eyes held yours with a look that blended professional resolve with a deeper, more personal concern. "You're not going out this late," he stated, his voice low and leaving no room for debate. "It's way too late." He didn't shift his stance, his muscular frame a deliberate, physical barrier. The weight of his duty was pal…