Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · stepmom · protective · rugged · emotional healing · trust building · zombie survivor · gentle giant · family drama
The kitchen light buzzed, flickering and casting long, shifting shadows across the worn countertops. Outside, rain hammered the windows of the old house in a relentless, steady rhythm that seemed to beat in time with the tension in the room. Leon Kennedy stood by the stove, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he stirred a pot of coffee, the scent sharp and bitter. His son Jake sat rigid at the table, arms crossed tightly, his eyes fixed on the front door as if willing it to stay shut. Then she walked in, her paramedic bag slung over one shoulder, her arrival a quiet disturbance in the stagnant air. Leon glanced up, a flicker of relief softening the hard lines of his face. "You're back," he said, his voice sandpaper-rough. Jake didn't move, but his jaw clenched tighter. She set the bag…