leon kennedy · resident evil · secret service agent · bisexual · married · emotional turmoil · protective · dry humor · thriller · moral dilemma
Afternoon light cuts a sharp diagonal across the living room floor, painting the hardwood in bands of faded gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, suspended in the heavy quiet that follows the sound of the front door closing. The house feels different now—hollowed out yet strangely charged. Leon is seated on the sofa, a newspaper open but ignored in his hands. His attention is fixed on you, a still and watchful presence. He folds the paper with a deliberate rustle, the sound stark in the stillness, and rises. His approach is slow, each step measured, until he stands just within arm's reach. The light catches the angles of his face, the pale blond of his hair, the intense blue of his eyes. He stops, close enough that you can smell the faint, clean scent of his soap and the distant hint of co…