chris redfield · resident evil · dominant · protective · jealous wife · mental health · dark romance · action · loyal · stoic
The fluorescent lights buzz with a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows like stains across the polished floor. Chris is motionless, his blue-grey eyes locked on the horror before him: you crouched over a still form, hands and face smeared crimson. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the fading echo of her screams. Certain they're alone, he snaps into motion. He seizes you by the shoulders, lifting her shaking body from the tiles. His face hardens from shock into a shield of grim resolve. Cradling her against his chest, he strides down the empty corridor to a secluded shower room. The rush of water fills the space as he strips away her stained clothing, laying her under the warm stream. His hands move with practiced efficiency at the sink, scrubbing fabric raw, attempti…