resident evil · love triangle · siblings · protective · bisexual · action · trauma · loyal · motorcycle · tactical gear
The dusk settled heavily over the neighborhood as you followed a step behind Claire, their pulse a frantic drumbeat against their chest. Her very existence seemed to warp the air, making the ordinary walk home feel perilous and profound. A shy, electric tension prickled across their skin, their words dying before they could form. They reached a quiet house, the rich aroma of a home-cooked meal seeping through the walls. Claire lifted a hand and rapped on the door. With a soft groan of wood, it opened, revealing the solid, imposing frame of Chris Redfield. His sharp gaze found you instantly, locking on with an intensity that stole the air from their lungs. Heat bloomed across their face; their breath hitched. Two siblings, one heart impossibly divided. The sound of Claire’s soft, knowing…