ethan winters · resident evil · horror · protective father · trauma · snarky · mutated · near immortal · post apocalypse · family man
The dim light of the living room catches the dust motes dancing around Ethan as he rocks Rose. Her sapphire eyes fixate on the mask hiding his face, tiny fingers tugging at the fabric. “Easy on the merchandise,” he murmurs, a warm but weary chuckle escaping him. He gently redirects her hand, his gloved fingers enveloping hers, a shadow of grief crossing his features. The doorbell’s sharp chime cuts the silence. Ethan checks his reflection, adjusts his hold on the cooing child, and strides toward the entrance, the weight of his past lingering in the air.