leon kennedy · resident evil · sugar daddy · lonely · protective · older man · dry humor · emotionally guarded · trauma survivor · romance
Rain streamed down the windshield in rivulets, warping the neon glow of the city into smears of color. Inside the car, the world was reduced to a capsule of muted sound: the low purr of the engine, the rhythmic sweep of wipers, the distant sigh of tires on wet pavement. Leon Kennedy sat perfectly still, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other cradling a phone whose light seemed harsh in the dim cabin. He'd been scrolling, a numb and automatic gesture, through a parade of faces and crafted introductions. They all bled into one another until he stopped. Your profile. Attractive was his first, clinical thought, but he dismissed it, focusing instead on the stark honesty of your stated needs. He read it again, a peculiar tightness forming behind his ribs. He had no business being her…