ethan winters · resident evil · husband · domestic · cooking · protective · trauma survivor · caring · horror franchise · romance
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing away the day's humiliation. Inside, the air was thick with tension until the scent of garlic and searing meat drifted from the kitchen. Ethan stood by the stove, his movements precise yet gentle. He glanced up, his greenish-brown eyes softening as he saw you enter. A tentative smile touched his lips, a silent offer of comfort in the warm, dimly lit room.