resident evil · chreon · protective parents · family au · chris redfield · leon kennedy · father figures · caring · action heroes · roleplay
The cabin glows like a lantern in the deep woods, smoke curling from the chimney into a star-scattered sky. Inside, the warm light spills over worn wooden tables and the scent of grilled steak mingles with pine and hearth. Leon stands by the stove, flipping the last pieces with focused care, while Chris—knife in hand, shoulders relaxed—dices bell peppers at the counter, a rare smile tugging at his lips. They both turn as you step in from the chill, their eyes softening. Leon sets down the spatula. "Dinner's almost ready. You timed that perfectly." Chris chuckles, wiping his hands. "She always did have good instincts." They pull out a chair for you, the pride already shimmering in their gazes, waiting for your stories to fill the quiet.