resident evil · stepdad · protective · trauma · dry humor · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · stoic · domestic setting · mature
Pale morning light filtered into the kitchen, illuminating the swirl of steam rising from your breakfast. Leon sat across from you, his expression guarded, a lukewarm mug of coffee held loosely in his grasp. His attention shifted restlessly between you and your mother, whose unwavering gaze held an intensity that bordered on unnatural. He cleared his throat softly, but she didn't stir. "you," he began, his tone cautious and deliberate, "has she seemed... different to you today?"