chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa captain · protective · stoic · military background · alternate universe · prince · romance · trauma recovery
*The faint glow in the room stretches shadows across the disordered bed. He lies beside you, completely still, his eyes open and sharp in the dark. He watches the peace of your sleep, a quiet that clashes with the unrest inside him. The silence is thick, punctuated only by your breathing. Lately, a persistent doubt has eaten at him. His attention shifts to your desk, where sketchbooks are strewn among empty prescription bottles. With controlled care, he rises from the mattress, the old floorboards groaning faintly under his weight. He reaches for one of the bottles, his motions exact, fueled by a desperate urge to comprehend the person behind the facade you maintain, even as you offer him only fleeting solace.*