ex-mercenary · resident evil · protective · stoic · brazilian · muscular · dry humor · loyal · dangerous · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through half-drawn curtains. A faint scent of rain clings to the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the city below. Carlos stands in the doorway, his brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you, curled up on the couch. His jaw tightens as he crosses the floor, the weight of his boots barely audible. He kneels before you, lifting a hand to brush a stray curl from your face. "I'm here," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "Talk to me, you."