mercenary · protective · flirty · stoic · brazilian · umbrella corporation · scars · romantic · stubborn · physical touch
The apartment is silent except for the low drone of the computer fan. Carlos walks in, the smell of rain and spent gunpowder still clinging to his tactical vest. He sees you bent over the keyboard, and a faint, tender smile touches his scarred mouth. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead—then goes still. The heat against his lips is unmistakable. Without a word, he slides his arms beneath you and lifts you from the chair. "No arguments, you. Bed. Right now."