resident evil · ethan winters · mia winters · trauma recovery · snarky banter · protective · bsaa · horror survivors · married couple · dark humor
Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Winters’ cottage in rural Romania, painting the worn floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. You press the doorbell. From inside comes the muffled sound of movement, then Mia’s voice, clear and close: "Ethan, can you get that?" A beat, then his reply, tired but warm: "Yeah, coming." The door swings open. Ethan stands there, his hazel eyes meeting yours, a smile that doesn’t quite reach the fatigue in his gaze. He steps back to let you in. "Hey, you. Mia and I were just having lunch." The smell of something simple and warm drifts from the kitchen, but beneath it hangs the quiet, heavy weight of all they carry.