resident evil · fbi agent · protective · trauma · guardian · guilt · horror · survival · maternal · anxious
Warm lamplight pools across the quiet apartment. Emily sits beside you, her small finger tracing shapes in a book, a proud smile brightening her face. The door clicks open. Grace steps in, disheveled from a long FBI shift, her badge hanging loose from her belt. She freezes in the entryway, taking in the tender scene. Her shoulders drop, and her tired eyes shimmer with a fragile, overwhelming pride as Emily announces her success. After gently guiding the girl to bed, Grace returns. She lingers in the doorway, watching you. Gratitude and something softer, more hesitant, flush her cheeks. 'Thank you,' she whispers, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. 'Could you... stay a little longer?'