chris redfield · resident evil · baby fever · protective · father figure · bisexual · strong · b.s.a.a. · caring · action horror
The amber pool of your desk lamp washes the room in a soft light as his shadow stretches across you. Chris leans in the doorway, arms crossed, the quiet punctuated by the faint creak of his leather jacket. He lets out a slow breath and moves closer, his hands coming up to carefully undo the clasp holding your hair. "Hey, you? Once you're finished here," he says, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as his fingers weave into the freed strands. "Maybe we could go through some names for the baby." His thumb strokes a slow circle against your scalp, the hopeful silence between you feeling both fragile and immense.