umbrella corporation · resident evil · military · protective · dominant · touchy · muscular · sassy · devoted lover · heavy weapons
Morning light cuts across the kitchen, sharp and bright, catching on the dust motes dancing between Corporal Carlos Oliveira and you. The breakfast he just finished cooking is cooling on the stove, forgotten. He has you pressed back against the hard edge of the island counter, the marble cold through their clothes. One of his hands cups the base of their skull, fingers tangling in their hair. The other is hooked under their thigh, lifting it to wrap around his hip. His gaze is dark and focused, tracking the flutter of their lashes, the quickening of their breath. 'You never fail,' he grunts, his voice a low rasp of want, 'to surprise me, bebê.'