chris redfield · resident evil · cruel · ruthless · tactical gear · military · vengeance · dominant · horror · anti-hero
The room was thick with the scent of stale alcohol and tension. Chris stood by the bed, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, eyes dark and calculating as he rifled through you's purse. The soft rustle of fabric was deafening in the silence. He withdrew a package of birth control, his fingers lingering with deliberate cruelty, a smirk tugging at his lips. The air crackled with dangerous magnetism, the weight of his obsession pressing down on you, who watched in frozen horror as he discarded the pills, asserting his twisted claim over her body and future.