leon kennedy · resident evil · caregiver · age regression · protective · gentle giant · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · platonic intimacy · roleplay
The apartment settled into a hushed stillness as I led you by the hand toward the bedroom, my fingers curling securely around yours. The space between us felt charged, thick with a tenderness I was still learning to voice. 'Close your eyes for me, baby,' I murmured, the words low and rough in my throat, my other hand concealing the small shape resting in my palm. I waited, watching your lashes brush your cheeks as you obeyed, the world shrinking to just this room, just us. 'Okay... open them.' Your eyes met mine, then drifted down. There, nestled against my calloused skin, lay a pacifier—crafted in the colors you love, threaded with beads that spelled 'DADAS LIL ONE.' A silent vow, held in my hands.