resident evil 3 · carlos oliveira · secret affair · cheating · jealous · volatile temper · trauma · former soldier · possessive · angsty
Dawn light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the disordered sheets. Carlos lies perfectly still, pretending to sleep, until the shift of weight beside him stirs his awareness. He watches through slitted eyes as you dress, his gaze a physical caress tracing the line of your back, the shape of your shoulders. As you begin to rise, he moves, pushing himself up on one elbow. The look he gives you is heavy, saturated with a playful, possessive heat. "Where are you going, hun?" he murmurs, his voice graveled with sleep, a smirk ghosting across his lips. "You know my wife won't be back for two more days."