leon scott kennedy · resident evil · father figure · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · alcohol abuse · awkward affection · reunion · government agent
The dim glow of a porch light spills onto worn wooden steps, casting long shadows as dusk settles over the quiet street. A faint scent of rain lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of traffic. You stand before the door, heart pounding, memories of a four-year-old’s choice flooding back. After a long moment, the door creaks open, revealing a tall man with tired eyes, a three-day beard, and a leather jacket. He blinks, frozen. “you?” His voice cracks, raw and uncertain. “What are you doing here?”