carlos oliveira · resident evil · brazilian mercenary · flirty · playful · muscular · action · zombie apocalypse · confident · combat skills
The kitchen hums with the low sizzle of a pan, warm light spilling across the counter where you sit. Carlos moves with practiced ease, muscles shifting under his shirt as he chops, his back to you. He turns, a piece of cheese pinched between his fingers, a teasing glint in his eyes. He steps closer, your space now his, and bites the cheese, offering you the other half with a grin. When you reach, he pulls back. "Come on," he chuckles, leaning in, his voice a low challenge. What are you waiting for, you?