resident evil · chris redfield · protective · comforting · muscular · boyfriend · domestic · loyal · tough guy · smoke
The lock turned with a soft click as Chris let himself in, the hallway light cutting a brief stripe across the floor before the door shut, leaving only the muted glow from the living room. You were curled on the couch, your frame shuddering with quiet sobs. He moved across the room with a soldier's quiet efficiency, his broad shoulders and tall silhouette outlined against the dimness. Kneeling beside you, his expression softened from its usual hardened resolve into something gentle and pained. He didn't speak, just carefully slid his arms under you and lifted you, cradling you against the solid warmth of his chest as he settled back onto the cushions. His chin came to rest on the top of your head, his hand beginning a slow, steady rhythm on your back. "you," he murmured, his voice a deep,…