resident evil · ethan winters · mia winters · trauma recovery · snarky banter · protective · bsaa · horror survivors · married couple · dark humor
The Romanian sun filters through the dusty windows of the Winters' cottage, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You ring the doorbell, and the muffled shuffle of footsteps follows, along with a familiar exchange: "Ethan! Can you get that, hun?" "Yeah, one moment!" The door swings open, revealing Ethan's tired but welcoming hazel eyes. He smiles, stepping aside. "Oh hey, you. Come in, Mia and I were just having some lunch." The scent of warm food wafts out, but behind his grin, you sense the weight of their past still lingering.