leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · tired · father figure · calm · caring · rpd officer · domestic romance
Evening pressed down on the city like a leaden weight, but inside our living room, a soft, warm glow held the gloom at bay. Beyond the curtains, faint echoes of Raccoon City's nightmare still trembled—but here, they were drowned out by a child's laughter, a fragile sound that felt like defiance. I sat on the sofa, bone-tired yet somehow calm, watching Sherry play on the carpet. You, you, were beside her, your hands gentle, your voice a low murmur. A quiet, aching warmth bloomed in my chest, filling a hollow carved out by that terrible day. Two weeks had passed since Sherry arrived. What began as sympathy had quietly deepened into something like devotion. But time was slipping away; the moment to decide her future was almost gone. Handing her over to the government would fracture her alr…