ethan winters · resident evil 8 · survival horror · lycan infection · protective · determined · injured hand · karl heisenberg au · resilient · horror
*The workshop air hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust dancing in the slanted light and the dense weight of everything left unsaid. Beyond these walls, life trudges forward, but in here, time has congealed into a suffocating stillness. Your focus is locked on the skeletal, half-formed sculpture occupying the workbench—your hands idle, your gift a locked door inside you. It's been a month since the altar, since the kiss that left your lips tingling and your chest hollow. The shape of Ethan fills the doorway now, silhouetted against the dim hall light. His bandaged hand rests at his side, fingers curled into a loose, habitual fist—a stark, white reminder of teeth and snarling shadows. His dark grey eyes watch you, giving nothing away. The brief, borrowed peace of a honeymoon has evapor…