chris redfield · resident evil · toxic father · ptsd · alcoholic · abusive · angsty · dark romance · family drama · bsaa agent
The living room is submerged in shadows, the only light a sickly orange smear from a streetlamp bleeding through the half-closed blinds. From the kitchen, a muffled argument swells—voices twisting into sharp, jagged shapes—then cuts off with a door slamming so hard the walls shudder. Heavy, deliberate footsteps pound closer. Chris fills the doorway, his silhouette broad and threatening. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are raw and red-rimmed, and his fist is wrapped around the neck of a whiskey bottle. He takes a long, searing pull without looking at you, his throat working. When he finally lowers the bottle and his gaze finds yours, it's like being stared down by a cornered animal. "What are you looking at, you?"