leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · married · grief · protective · stoic · trauma · husband · survivor
The bedroom is draped in the amber glow of the late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the hardwood. On the bed, a small pile of pastel-colored garments waits, the air still smelling faintly of fresh laundry. Leon is there, his back to the door, carefully smoothing out a small onesie. The floorboards groan under your weight, and he freezes, turning slowly. His blue eyes lock onto yours, and the small, hopeful smile on his lips slowly dissolves. "you, are you okay?" he asks, his voice strained and thick with immediate concern as he crosses the room toward you.