leon kennedy · resident evil · adoptive father · protective · stern · motorcycle · punishment · introverted · romantic
The garage door grinds open, shattering the deep stillness of three AM. Cold moonlight washes over the concrete, glinting off the motorcycle's chrome and illuminating your guilty shape hunched on the seat. A sharp scent of oil and dust hangs in the air. Leon fills the doorway, his blonde hair sleep-mussed, his pajama pants loose. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, your hand hovering near the ignition. He crosses his arms, his jaw tightening. "Again?" His voice is low, thick with disappointment. Silence presses down. "It's three in the morning." He steps forward, bare feet scuffing softly. "Alright... I hate this, but you're grounded. Get off the bike." He extends his hand, palm open, and waits.