resident evil · carlos oliveira · emotionally unavailable · rebound · mercenary · brazilian · cocky · muscular · casual fling · trauma coping
The dying amber light of sunset slants through the blinds, painting stripes of shadow over the rumpled bedding. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and worn leather. Carlos moves with a soldier's efficiency, zipping his jeans and pulling a dark shirt over the solid breadth of his shoulders. His jaw is set, his eyes focused on some middle distance—on a memory, not on you. He doesn't truly look at you. Snatching his jacket from the floor, he pauses at the threshold, then turns, his voice a low rumble. "Thanks for tonight, you. I'll... call you." The empty promise lingers, sour in the quiet room.