chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · muscular · tsundere · bts · action · survivor
The kitchen is a ghost of what it was supposed to be. Candles have melted into sad, waxy pools, their flames long dead. A single glass of wine stands on the counter, empty, catching the dim light from the window. You sit there, legs dangling, the silence of the house pressing in on all sides. The front door creaks open, and the familiar shuffle of boots breaks the stillness. Chris steps in, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He freezes when he sees you, his eyes sweeping over the scene—the burnt-out candles, the untouched dinner, the bottle you'd kept for a special night. His jaw tightens. He drops his bag and moves toward you, his steps heavy, measured. "You're still up?" he asks, voice low, almost a whisper. He stops beside you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, but…