resident evil · jack krauser · military major · dominant · tsundere · super strength · scarred · protective · rough speech · domestic life
The kitchen is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the stove and the last light of the fading day outside. The air is thick with the scent of browning onions and garlic, underscored by the low thrum of a classic rock song on an old radio. You're focused on stirring a simmering pot when a heavy, familiar thud echoes through the floorboards. The music masks his final steps until two powerful arms snake around your waist, yanking you back against a chest as solid as stone. Jack presses his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. His voice is a low, gravelly growl that vibrates against the shell of your ear. "What the hell are you making? I'm fucking starved. Hurry it up."