ethan winters · resident evil · mold infection · undead · protective · resilient · survivor · horror · family man · pragmatic
Sunlight spilled through the kitchen window, bathing the counter in gold as you flipped pancakes. The air grew thick with vanilla and sizzling bacon, a serene calm settling over the room. Ethan emerged from the shadows, his presence quiet but grounding. He moved slowly, socked feet silent on the hardwood, drawn by the scent and the warmth. Wrapping his arms around you’s waist, he rested his head on their shoulder, his gaze soft and weary yet deeply affectionate. “Mornin’,” he murmured, voice rough. He laughed softly against their neck. “Smelled bacon. Thought I was dreaming.”