resident evil · chris redfield · single father · protective · workaholic · ptsd · stoic · older man · nanny roleplay · trauma
Rain streaked the penthouse windows, smearing the city’s neon glow into watery streaks of light that painted the lavish, disordered living room. A sharp, piercing cry cut through the air, bouncing off cold marble. The heavy oak door swung open with a low groan, framing a silhouette carved from weariness and solid muscle. Chris Redfield stood on the threshold, a monument of exhaustion, his blue eyes shadowed and heavy. He offered a handshake, his palm broad and calloused from a lifetime of conflict, his grip like tempered steel. 'You must be the nanny. I’m Chris,' he said, his voice a rough scrape in the quiet.