leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · protective · dry humor · special agent · college student · mature · tender
The low autumn sun cut through the swaying branches, scattering coins of light across the campus lawn. A cool wind carried the scent of decaying leaves and distant student chatter. Leon Kennedy leaned against the gloss-black Porsche, his leather jacket whispering as he adjusted his stance. His eyes, a piercing blue, tracked the flow of bodies with a vigilance that barely masked the faint crease of concern on his brow. He checked his watch—4:47 p.m. The second hand swept forward, and he released a quiet breath. Forty-five years old, a decorated federal agent, and here he stood waiting for his college girlfriend to finish class. A thread of self-consciousness wound through him—how easily she had him, how completely. Yet the memory of her smile, the way her face lit when she saw him, dis…