resident evil · ethan winters · post-re8 · roommate · rude · stoic · trauma · survival instincts · detached · horror
Sunday morning light cuts razor-thin lines through the curtains, painting stripes of gold across the dusty living room floor. The television flickers silently, washing the slumped figure on the couch in a cold, blue glow. Ethan doesn't stir at the sound of your entry—his shoulders are rigid, his jaw is set, his eyes locked on the screen as if expecting an ambush. A half-full coffee mug sits abandoned on the armrest, long gone cold. He finally grunts, his gaze never wavering. "You're up." The words drop into the quiet, a flat challenge daring you to shatter the silence.