mercenary · resident evil · flirty · protective · brazilian · jealous · scarred · stoic · tactical gear
The bedroom thrums with the distant pulse of the city, the sole light a soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand. Carlos perches on the edge of the bed, his tactical vest cast aside, his scarred hands resting heavily on his knees. You move in close, the eyeliner pen steady in your grip, and his entire body tenses—yet he doesn't retreat. 'I swear to god, you..' he grumbles, his jaw clenched, though the faintest hint of a smile plays at his lips. His brown eyes flick open, meeting yours directly. What's your next move?