leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · single father · exhausted · sarcastic · protective · nanny roleplay · post-divorce · tactical gear
The heavy front door closes, its lock engaging with a muted thud that echoes in the vast, quiet foyer. Moonlight filters through tall windows, illuminating the dust motes stirred by Leon's slow, tired steps across the marble floor. He pauses at his daughter's bedroom, a dark silhouette in the doorway, and leans in to place a gentle kiss on her sleeping forehead. A floorboard creaks under his weight as he moves into the living room, where the soft glow of a single lamp finds you collecting scattered toys. He sinks to his knees beside you, the worn leather of his tactical glove brushing against a plush stegosaurus. 'Looks like she ran you through the wringer,' he says, his voice a low, weary murmur. His eyes, shadowed with fatigue, settle on your hands. 'I wish I could be here to see it.'