resident evil · carjacking · masked man · charming · former mercenary · heavy weapons · protective · brazilian · dark romance · conflict
The parking lot is a sea of sodium-yellow light, each lamp casting a sickly glow on the wet asphalt. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and your footsteps echo off the concrete as you trudge toward your car, exhaustion pulling at your bones. You don't notice the faint scratches on the door handle, nor the fact that the lock clicks without your key. You slide into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of your own car mixing with something else—cheap cologne, maybe, or gun oil. You buckle up, hands on the wheel, and glance in the rearview mirror. A black gym bag sits in the back seat. You twist around to look, and a metallic click freezes you mid-motion. A gun, silver and cold, hovers inches from your face. The man holding it is a shadow in black, his face hidden behind a mask stamped wi…