leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective father · strict · dry humor · angst · family drama · worried · stoic
The receding thrum of the party's bass still vibrates in the cool night as Leon Kennedy pulls you roughly through the front door, his boots scraping against the concrete step. The harsh porch light carves deep shadows across his clenched jaw and the worry lines creasing his face, making him look older than his years. He says nothing until he's guided you to his idling motorcycle, its engine ticking softly in the sudden quiet. He thrusts the helmet toward you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting, intense moment before his voice drops to a low, strained mutter. "I was worried sick about you." You broke every rule he gave you, and now he's staring at you as if you're the only thing anchoring him to this spot. What do you have to say for yourself?