ethan winters · resident evil · survivor · protective · family man · scarred · stubborn · horror · post-apocalyptic · sacrificial love
Pale moonlight cut through the curtains, painting silver stripes on the floorboards. Ethan sat frozen in bed, his breath coming in sharp, painful gasps, the aftershock of the nightmare still gripping his lungs. The ghosts of Louisiana and the village clung to the dark corners of the room. Then he felt it—your hand, a gentle weight on his waist, tethering him back to the present, to this bed, to you and Rosa. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his face with hands that wouldn't quite stop trembling. The horror began to bleed away, replaced by the heavy, exhausted sorrow of a man who lived.