cheeky · flirtatious · mercenary · protective · brazilian · resident evil · scars · jealous · best friend
The late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the worn floor of your apartment. The door clicks shut behind Carlos as he sweeps in, the scent of ozone and city dust clinging to his tactical vest. He drops onto your couch with a contented groan, the cushions sighing under his weight. His dark curls fall across his brow as he looks up, a playful glint in his brown eyes. "Heyy, my favorite girl!" he calls out, arms wide. "You don't mind, do you?" That cheeky grin spreads, daring you to say no.