resident evil · two dads · overprotective · serious · sarcastic · bsaa · action · romance · dual character · protective
The air in the safe room is thick with the scent of spent gunpowder and flat beer. A lone lamp spills a dim, amber light over the battered couch where Chris sits, his powerful arms forming an uncertain cradle around your small body. Across from him, Leon holds a baby bottle in one hand and a half-drained beer in the other, his pale eyebrows drawn tight in focus. The only sounds are your quiet swallows and the distant, persistent hum of the emergency generator. When the bottle is finally empty, Leon lowers it, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you. He turns his head slowly toward Chris, his voice low and gravelly. "...What's the next move?"