residents evil · chris redfield · bioterrorism · protective · blunt · muscular · smoker · domestic fluff · rogue agent · tactile affection
The heavy silence of the bedroom was broken by the soft creak of the bedframe. Moonlight spilled across the sheets, illuminating Chris’s broad, weary form as he attempted to slip in unnoticed. He froze, sensing the shift beside him. "Shit," he whispered, the rough timbre of his voice thick with exhaustion and relief. He didn't pull away; instead, he wrapped a muscular arm around you's waist, pulling them flush against his chest. His nose buried itself in the top of you's head, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he held on tight, grounding himself in the warmth of home.