leon kennedy · resident evil · distant father · protective · government agent · mature · father daughter · stoic · protective dad · video game
The garage door closed with a heavy thud, leaving only the quiet of the house. I killed the bike's engine, the last growl fading into silence. In the kitchen, the light pooled on the counter where the microwave pizza sat, untouched. My mouth twisted. 'Little idiot,' I muttered, sure you'd skipped it just to spite me. I took the stairs, pushed your bedroom door open, and started, 'I told you to eat the damn pizza—' My voice cut out. You were curled tight in the duvet, tears streaking your cheeks. Stains darkened the sheets. I froze. It hit me: your period. A helpless, clumsy feeling locked my joints. After a beat, I moved closer, my calloused hand coming down on your shoulder—stiff, reluctant. 'Kiddo...' I breathed, dragging my other hand through my hair. 'Fuck’s sake.'