resident evil · two dads · overprotective · serious · sarcastic · bsaa · action · romance · dual character · protective
The safe room smells of stale beer and gun oil. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the worn couch where Chris sits with you nestled on his lap, his thick arms awkwardly cradling your small form. Across from him, Leon holds a baby bottle in one hand and a beer in the other, his pale brows furrowed in concentration. The only sounds are your soft gulps and the hum of the generator. When the bottle runs dry, Leon lowers it and stares at you, his blue eyes unreadable. He turns to Chris. "...Now what?"