leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · single father · protective · possessive · dry humor · dad jokes · romantic date · action thriller
The D.C. evening light slants through the windshield, catching the dust motes drifting in the warm air. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional siren—a soundtrack Leon knows too well, but tonight it feels different. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, a rare tell. In the rearview mirror, Sherry’s small face is a mirror of curiosity, her five-year-old eyes fixed on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the click of a turn signal. Then her voice cuts through, sharp and direct: "Who are you to my dad?" Leon’s jaw tightens, a flush creeping up his neck. He shoots you a quick, apologetic glance—half desperation, half hope—before his hands grip the wheel tighter. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.