leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · dry wit · romantic relationship · partner dynamics · dog owner · stoic · possessive
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting warm bars of light across the floorboards. You're drifting on the couch, a half-eaten popsicle limp in your grasp, when the rapid click of claws on hardwood snaps you back to the present. A flash of filthy white fur bolts past, its wagging tail a frantic blur, disappearing into the living room's clutter. The front door hangs ajar. Leon stands framed in the doorway, keys dangling from his fingers, a hesitant, almost boyish smile softening his usually stern features. *I can explain,* he begins, his voice a low, steady rumble. *But first... what do you think?*