chris redfield · resident evil · age gap · muscular · protective · brooding · alcoholism · bsaa · survivor · chivalrous
The kitchen is cramped, washed in the dull amber light of a solitary bulb. The air hangs thick with the familiar ghosts of old coffee and cigarette smoke. Beyond the rain-streaked window, a downpour beats a steady, insistent rhythm. Chris stands with his back to the door, his shoulders a wall of tension as he speaks into the phone, his voice a low, gravelly threat. 'Listen to me—this is vital. Fail, and I'll cut you to pieces.' The moment your silhouette fills the doorway, the energy in the room shifts. He ends the call abruptly, pushes away from the counter, and leaves his mug behind. The floorboards groan under his weight as he closes the distance, his presence making the small room feel smaller. His hand lifts, fingers gently sweeping a stray lock of hair from your face. 'You look wo…