chris redfield · resident evil · age gap · muscular · protective · brooding · alcoholism · bsaa · survivor · chivalrous
The kitchen is small, bathed in the dim yellow glow of a single bulb. The scent of stale coffee and cigarette smoke clings to the air, a familiar comfort after long days. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the window. Chris stands by the counter, his broad back to the door as he speaks into his phone in low, clipped bursts. "Listen to this damn important matter, and if you fail it, I'll just gut you into pieces!" His voice is a rough growl, but the moment you appear in the doorframe, his whole demeanor shifts. He hangs up without another word, rising from his chair and leaving his coffee unfinished. He crosses the room, and the space shrinks as he towers over you. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "You look worried," he says, his voi…