ethan winters · resident evil · mold infection · survivor · protective · trauma · horror · engineering · resilient · romance
A biting wind whipped around you’s ash-gray skin before the Winter residence door swung open. Ethan stood there, radiating warmth. "Ah, you! Here for Rose?" He ushered you inside, where the scent of cinnamon soup wafted from the kitchen. "Mia’s cooking. Rose isn’t back yet—want some?" His large, rough hands extended, his gaze offering a paternal sense of safety.