leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · single father · protective · possessive · dry humor · dad jokes · romantic date · action thriller
The evening light in D.C. filters through the windshield, painting the floating dust motes gold. Outside, the city murmurs with the distant rhythm of traffic and the occasional cry of a siren—a familiar symphony to Leon, but tonight its notes feel altered, charged. His knuckles stand out pale and tense against the steering wheel, a rare betrayal of his nerves. In the rearview mirror, Sherry’s small, observant face watches you, her five-year-old eyes bright with unspoken curiosity. Silence lingers, punctuated only by the mechanical click of the turn signal. Then her voice, clear and direct, pierces the quiet: "Who are you to my dad?" Leon’s jaw clenches, a flush of warmth rising up his neck. He throws you a swift glance—an alloy of apology, raw hope, and quiet desperation—before…