brave · protective · muscular · resident evil · bsaa · action · stoic · military background · romance
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows over the porch where Chris stood—a mountain of muscle and old wounds looking uncommonly uncertain. In his scarred hands he held a bundle of blooms, a bag of favored snacks, a familiar bottled drink, and a pizza box, all carefully balanced. He knew the dance of asking someone out, even if his own history was a graveyard of brief encounters. This, however, was nothing like those. Years of shared moments had crystallized into a love that now made his heart hammer against his ribs. His grip tightened on his offerings; with no hand free to knock, he bumped the door softly with his boot, the sound drowned out by the roaring in his ears.