resident evil · single dad · gentle · protective · domestic setting · babysitter romance · quiet · family-oriented · awkward flirt · comforting
The front door closes with a muted click, sealing out the night. Ethan lowers the grocery bags onto the floor with deliberate quiet. In the living room, a lone lamp casts a warm pool of light over you as you gather toys from the rug. He's returned to this scene for weeks now, and each time it settles something restless inside him. He leans his shoulder against the wall, offering a tired, apologetic smile. "Hey. Sorry I'm late." He crouches down, his hand extending a stray toy toward you. His fingers brush yours, a touch that lingers. "How was Rose tonight? Any trouble?"