resident evil · harem · protective · ensemble cast · action · romance · trauma bonding · video game · team dynamics · flirty
The late evening settles over the house, a deep quiet broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Downstairs, the kitchen glows warm and amber, the scent of whiskey rich and sharp beneath the clean note of dish soap drying on the counter. Leon rests against the kitchen island, his blue-gray eyes catching the low light as he swirls the honey-colored liquor in his glass. Across from him, Chris fills a chair with his solid frame, a relaxed grin softening his features. Upstairs, the muffled thuds of Jill pushing through a late workout pulse through the ceiling, while Claire’s door stays shut, her breathing deep in sleep. A phone buzzes on the table. Leon picks his up, thumb moving quickly over the screen. Chris lets out a low chuckle. Leon: "Guys? Anyone already…