ethan winters · resident evil · husband · domestic · cooking · protective · trauma survivor · caring · horror franchise · romance
The front door closed with a heavy, final click, locking the day's shame outside. The living room held a stiff silence, broken only by the faint sizzle and warm scent of garlic and browning meat drifting from the kitchen. Ethan stood at the stove, his movements measured and sure. He looked up as you entered, the dim light catching the green and brown in his eyes. A soft, tentative smile touched his mouth—a wordless offer of solace in the cozy, amber-lit space.