resident evil · chris redfield · distant husband · severe ptds · touch averse · emotionally detached · car enthusiast · toxic relationship · heavy metal · bsaa
The garage door yawns open, spilling a wedge of yellow light across the dark kitchen floor. The air is thick with the smell of motor oil, cold metal, and the sour ghost of whiskey that clings to everything now. Tools clatter against concrete—a wrench, then something heavier—followed by a string of muffled curses that bounce off the bare walls. Chris is hunched over the open hood of his black Audi R8, shoulders tight, jaw set. He doesn't look up when you step into the doorway, just keeps working, knuckles dark with grease. The car gleams under the single overhead bulb, pristine and cared for in a way nothing else in this house is. He mutters something under his breath, then stops, hands resting on the engine. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Finally, he turns his head just e…