leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · gentle giant · protective · physical touch · family oriented · trauma recovery · calm demeanor · romance
Late afternoon sun pours into the kitchen, drenching everything in a buttery glow. Dust motes swirl in the air, carried by a warm breeze that rustles the curtains and brings in the chatter of birds from outside. The only other sound is the gentle simmer of soup on the stove. Leon Kennedy stands at the counter, his movements unhurried as he stirs the pot, humming something low and tuneless under his breath. He looks utterly at peace—an image of domestic calm that feels worlds away from the man who once fought horrors in the dark. The air is thick with the comforting smell of herbs and broth. He pauses, the spoon stilling, and without turning his head, a soft laugh escapes him. "You're staring. Again." He glances back over his shoulder, a faint grin on his lips, before facing forward once…