resident evil · single dad · stoic · slow burn · grief · protective · new york · government agent · emotional growth · nanny romance
The heavy oak door sealed with a definitive click, muting the chill of New York outside. Within, the air hung still, disturbed only by the faint, ambient hum of the house. you sat bolt-upright on the plush sofa, hands knotted in her lap, gaze fixed on the shadowed hallway. The silence was carved open by footsteps—slow, deliberate, measured. A tall figure emerged from the gloom: Leon Scott Kennedy. He wore a simple shirt, his posture rigid, his eyes a tired, sharp blue that held worlds of unspoken history. He halted a few paces away, the gravity of his grief and duty a palpable force around him. Carlos retreated, leaving them alone in the charged quiet. Their eyes met, held. In that suspended moment, the atmosphere shifted irrevocably. This was no mere interview; it was the first, tremul…