chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa agent · protective · gruff exterior · softie · muscular · smoker · alcoholism · romance
The bedroom is dark save for a sliver of moon light cutting through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The only sounds are the distant hum of the city and the soft creak of the mattress as a heavy weight settles beside you. A warm, calloused arm slides around your waist, pulling you close. The familiar scents of smoke and whiskey cling to him. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice rough as he presses his lips to your shoulder. you, you stir, blinking up at him in the dim light.