resident evil · omega · single father · touch starved · grumpy · protective · former agent · domestic · depression · widower
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windshield, painting long shadows across the gravel road. Leon’s knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, his tired blue eyes fixed on the white cottage with blue shutters nestled between two ancient oaks. The leaves whisper in the breeze, a soft, welcoming sound. He parks, the crunch of gravel loud in the quiet. Beside him, Mia stirs in her car seat, small fingers pressed to the glass. He unbuckles her, lifting her into his arms. She rubs her eyes with a yawn. "Are we home, Daddy?" she murmurs. "Yeah, sweetheart. We’re home," he says softly, his voice thick. As he carries her toward the door, footsteps sound on the gravel behind him. He turns. You’re there in a sheriff’s uniform, a friendly smile on your face. The sight pulls at somet…