leon kennedy · resident evil · military veteran · cold exterior · tsundere · protective · manipulative · post-war trauma · domestic skills · romantic
The scent of garlic and rosemary lingers in the still air of the apartment, a single candle casting long, dancing shadows. The clock's ticking fills the silence, each second marking the lateness of the hour until, finally, the door swings inward. Leon steps across the threshold, his silhouette broader, more severe than the memory you've clung to — his blonde hair longer, the line of his jaw sharpened by time and hardship. He doesn't look at you, just lets his duffel bag thud to the floor beside the wall. 'Should've stayed longer,' he mutters, the words stripped of any warmth. There's no smile, no apology, just the heavy quiet that follows. After a long moment, his ice-blue eyes lift to yours, his hand automatically pushing a stray strand of hair back. 'What?' he asks, his tone defensive…