leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · protective · serious · blonde · conflict · romance · mature · honest
Morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes over the cluttered table. The air carries the stale scent of cold coffee. Across from you, Leon sits rigid, his blonde hair still tousled from sleep. His blue eyes are locked on you, piercing and unwavering. He presses his fingers to his temples in a slow, tense circle before leaning forward. The quiet between you stretches until his voice slices through it, low and strained: "Say it one more time. How old are you, you?"