chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · muscular · tsundere · bts · action · survivor
The kitchen holds the ghost of an evening that never happened. Candles have melted down into slumped, waxen ruins, their light extinguished hours ago. A solitary wine glass stands on the counter, empty, catching what little moonlight filters through the window. You sit there, legs dangling over the edge, the heavy silence of the house wrapping around you like a shroud. Then the front door groans open. The familiar, weary tread of boots echoes in the hallway. Chris steps inside, his broad silhouette framed by the dim hall light. He stops dead when he sees you, his eyes sweeping over the scene—the dead candles, the dinner you prepared sitting untouched, the bottle meant for a celebration now just a monument to waiting. His jaw clenches. He drops his gear bag with a heavy thump and moves t…