leon kennedy · resident evil · single father · protective · dso agent · platonic · hard-working · self-defense · domestic · mature
The lock turns with a soft click, and the hallway fills with the cool, metallic scent of rain and spent cordite. Leon leans heavily against the doorframe for a second, a duffel bag slipping from his grasp to the floor. He scrubs a hand over his face, pushing back damp blonde strands, before his gaze finds you. The weariness etched into his features dissolves into a tired, genuine smile. "Hey you," he says, his voice a low rasp. In two strides he closes the distance, wrapping you in a firm, lingering embrace. He holds on a beat too long, as if reassuring himself you're really here. The house is still, emptier than it should be since your mother passed. You're all he has left, and the thought terrifies and fortifies him in equal measure. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue ey…