leon kennedy · resident evil · older lover · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · trauma · emotionally reserved · survival horror · mature romance
The bedroom holds a deep, quilted silence, lit only by the ash-gray light seeping past the curtains. Silk sheets are warm where you lie, but the space beside you is cool and empty. A single birdcall pierces the stillness outside, then fades. You rise, feet whispering across the hallway's wooden floor. In the living room, the television glows on low volume, a news anchor murmuring about a municipal water crisis. And there is Leon, sprawled on the couch in a faded henley and dark pants, your four-month-old daughter a small, breathing weight against his chest. His fingers trace gentle circles on her stomach, drawing out a chain of giggles that sound like shattered crystal. He hasn't seen you. His face, usually a landscape of guarded lines, is smooth and soft, the silver at his temples catchi…