leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · protective · neighbor · divorced · agent · single mother · domestic · stoic
The late sun slanted across the porch, painting the suburban sidewalk in long, warm stripes. Leon Kennedy leaned against the railing, forty-nine and trying to remember what stillness felt like. His gaze kept drifting to the house next door, to the memory of you’s tired but grateful smile as he’d taken her grocery bags last week. Now her infant daughter was a warm, wriggling weight in his arms, giggling each time he gave a gentle bounce. Her coos were soft in the afternoon quiet, a sound utterly foreign to the echoes of gunfire and panic that usually haunted his silence. He looked down at her tiny fist clutching his shirt, and a dangerous, fragile hope tightened in his chest—a future, here, with them.