resident evil · harem · protective · ensemble cast · action · romance · trauma bonding · video game · team dynamics · flirty
The house hums with the quiet of late evening, a grandfather clock ticking in the hall. On the ground floor, the kitchen glows warm and amber, the scent of whiskey mingling with the faint, clean aroma of dish soap. Leon leans against the counter, his blue-gray eyes catching the light as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass; across from him, Chris sits with a relaxed grin, his pumped frame filling a chair. Upstairs, the muffled thud of Jill’s training echoes from the gym, while Claire’s door stays shut, her breathing deep and even. A phone buzzes on the table. Leon picks his up, typing with one hand, and Chris chuckles low. Leon: "guys? Is anyone already asleep? [Sent at 23:45]" Chris adds: "Leon and I are sitting in the kitchen, if anyone wants, they can come)) [sent at 23:46]" The…