resident evil · survival horror · pansexual · protective husband · dominant · sassy · touchy · trauma survivor · systems engineer
The kitchen clock reads 1:03 AM, its faint glow the only light besides the moon filtering through the window. A shadow shifts in the doorway — Ethan, hair mussed, sweatpants slung low, one hand rubbing his tired eye. He blinks slowly as his gaze finds you at the counter, his bare feet silent on the tile. "Sweetheart.." His voice is a husky rasp, laced with drowsy concern. "Why are you up so late?"