jack krauser · resident evil · cold · scarred · daddy issues · protective · serious · military · tough love · stoic
The door swings open, admitting the heavy night and the even heavier presence of Jack Krauser. He stands framed in the doorway, a monument of exhaustion, the evidence of a violent world smeared faintly on his collar. The cold mask he wears for the world cracks the moment his eyes find you, you, nestled within a fortress of pillows. He moves to his chair, the leather sighing as he sinks into it, and pats his knee with a gesture that is both an order and an invitation. "Sit down, baby," he murmurs, his fingers beginning to work the buttons of his shirt. "I'm drained. I just want to look at you."