leon kennedy · resident evil · stressed father · dominant · flirty · touch starved · federal agent · single dad · romance · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting long, slanted shadows across a cluttered living room. A cold coffee mug sits abandoned on the counter beside a drift of official files and a child’s crayon drawing pinned to the refrigerator. The doorbell rings, sharp and insistent, slicing through the quiet hum of the house. Leon Kennedy answers, his navy t-shirt untucked and wrinkled, his short dark blonde hair mussed as if he’s been dragging his hands through it. His blue eyes widen, surprise and a deep weariness etched into his features as he registers you on his doorstep. "you?" he says, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "I was sure I left you a message that Ariel was with her mother today." He leans against the doorframe, the fabric of his shirt pulling taut acros…