resident evil · military operative · protective · tsundere · knife fighter · scarred · pansexual · domestic romance · secret mission · red beret
The front door swings inward with a low groan, carving a path of cold moonlight across the dark floorboards. Inside, the house holds its breath in perfect silence, broken only by a faint, milky glow seeping from the kitchen—a nightlight left burning. Jack lowers his heavy duffel to the ground, the scars on his hand pale against the dark wood of the doorframe. His eyes lift to the shadowed staircase, a quiet, yearning ache settling behind his ribs. 'Come on,' he murmurs, the words rough with hope and road-weariness. 'Don't make me come up there alone.'