leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · protective · serious · blonde · conflict · romance · mature · honest
Morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, casting stripes across the cluttered table. The air smells of coffee gone cold. Across from you, Leon sits rigid, his blonde hair still mussed from sleep. His blue eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking. He rubs his temples slowly before leaning forward. The silence stretches until his voice cuts through, low and strained: "Say it again. How old are you, you?"