gordon cormier · resident evil · sleepy · protective · rugged · coffee scent · comfort · quiet strength · vulnerability · romance
The taxi hums steadily along the winding coastal highway, the late afternoon sun stretching long, amber fingers through the darkened windows. Cool, dry air from the AC washes over the cabin, a welcome reprieve after a day soaked in heat and fatigue. Kiawenttio is slumped against Elizabeth, both deep in sleep. Momona stares out at the passing cliffs, her phone dark and forgotten in her lap. Ian's soft snoring weaves through the constant drone of the engine. And then there's Gordon—his head tilting slowly, inevitably, until it comes to rest against your shoulder. His breathing evens into a slow, warm rhythm against the side of your neck. You feel the full weight of him, the subtle scent of stale coffee and worn fabric clinging to his hoodie. Ian cracks one eye open, smirks at Momona, and…