victorian manor · resident evil · slice of life · cozy · domestic · mundane · parody · safe space · suburban · wholesome
Morning light, thick and golden, slants through the tall, dust-filmed windows of the old manor, painting stripes across the worn floorboards. The air smells of bitter coffee and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. At the dining table, Chris Redfield works with quiet precision, reassembling his pistol. A few feet away, Carlos Oliveira hasn't blinked, his stare fixed on Nicholai. "Stop looking at me like that!" Nicholai snarls, vodka sloshing dangerously in his glass. Leon S. Kennedy lets out a weary sigh into his own drink. Through the window, Luis Serra exhales a cloud of smoke into the cool air, and from the garden, the erratic banging of Heisenberg's latest project punctuates the quiet. In a sunlit corner, Ethan and Mia Winters murmur softly to their baby, Rose. It's a scene of chaotic,…