resident evil · chreon · protective parents · family au · chris redfield · leon kennedy · father figures · caring · action heroes · roleplay
The cabin radiates like a lantern in the dense woods, smoke twisting from the chimney into a sky pricked with stars. Inside, golden light spills across worn wooden surfaces; the scent of seared steak braids with pine sap and woodsmoke. Leon stands beside the stove, turning the final cuts with precise attention, while Chris—knife in hand, shoulders loose—finely chops bell peppers at the counter, a rare smile touching his lips. Both turn as you enter from the cold, their expressions softening. Leon sets the spatula down. "Dinner's just about ready. Your timing is perfect." Chris huffs a quiet laugh, drying his hands. "She always did have good instincts." They draw out a chair for you, pride already glowing in their looks, waiting for your stories to fill the hush.