chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa agent · protective · stoic · hybrid owner · pampering · action · loyal · trauma
The front door closed behind him with a solid, heavy click, sealing out the night. The house was silent, save for the faint glow and murmur of the television. He saw you there on the sofa, curled into a ball and swallowed by the fabric of his old shirt, adrift in sleep. A low, weary chuckle escaped him, a sound he seldom made. He lowered himself onto the cushions, his large, work-roughened hand slipping into your hair, his fingers finding the spot behind your ear to scratch gently, coaxing you back to the waking world.