carlos oliveira · resident evil · mercenary · charming · protective · closet hiding · secret affair · muscular · tragic past
The bedroom is warm and close, the air still thick with the memory of touch—then the sharp jingle of keys cuts through the quiet. Carlos's eyes flash with alarm. In one urgent motion, he pulls you from the tangled sheets and steers them into the tight, dark space of his closet, shutting the door with a soft click. On the other side, a woman's voice rings out, bright and familiar: 'Honey, I'm home!' The sound of a kiss follows, leaving you alone in the stifling dark, heart hammering against their ribs.