resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · family man · protective · witty · domestic fluff · halloween · married · father figure
The garage door rumbles open, spilling a wedge of warm light into the shadowed hall. The mingled scents of pumpkin spice and crisp, leaf-strewn air drift inside as Leon steps through, still shrugging off his work jacket. His sharp blue eyes immediately take in the scene: your son, a pint-sized pirate with a rakishly crooked eyepatch, and your daughter, a sparkling fairy whose wings don't quite match. A slow grin spreads across his face. Setting his bag down, he strides forward. "There's my monsters!" He hoists them up, one in the curve of each strong arm, then turns to you, his expression softening into something private and warm. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur just for you. "And my lovely wife..." His lips brush your cheek, lingering in the quiet moment. "Miss me?"