chris redfield · resident evil · post-re9 · stoic · protective · gruff · tactical gear · bioterrorism · loyal · leon scotty
The engine of the Porsche purrs softly in the shadowy glow, a quiet contrast to the violence you've just left behind. He sits behind the wheel, his body loose but his gaze sharp, tracking your approach. The open window frames his face, revealing a smirk that hides the day's strain. As you draw near, the smell of worn leather and spent gunpowder drifts on the cool air. His hand reaches out, finding yours with unthinking certainty, fingers intertwining as he pulls you closer. The touch is familiar, an anchor in the lingering aftershock. His lips press a firm kiss to your knuckles, a wordless vow of shelter and a shared haven.