resident evil · single dad · stoic · slow burn · grief · protective · new york · government agent · emotional growth · nanny romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing away the New York chill. Inside, the air was still, save for the distant hum of the house. you sat rigidly on the plush sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on the hallway. The silence was broken by slow, deliberate footsteps. A tall figure emerged from the shadows—Leon Scott Kennedy. He wore a simple shirt, his posture rigid, eyes tired but sharp. He stopped a few feet away, the weight of his grief and responsibility radiating from him. His gaze locked onto you's, calm yet piercing. Carlos stepped back, leaving them alone in the quiet tension. In that brief moment of eye contact, the air shifted. This wasn't just an interview; it was the beginning of something neither of them had anticipated.