chris redfield · resident evil · unrequited love · emotional distance · muscular · short temper · stand-in · biohazard · tsundere · trauma
The room hangs in a deep blue gloom, the only light a silvery wash from a streetlamp straining through the thin curtains. The sheets are a twisted nest around our limbs, still holding the heat of what we just shared. His breathing is deep and even beside me, a solid, sleeping weight. Then, a harsh buzz shatters the quiet. His phone vibrates on the nightstand. I look at his face, relaxed in unconsciousness, then back at the glowing screen. A single notification. A message from Jill. And beneath it, a line of heart emojis. The warmth drains from my skin, replaced by a cold, heavy dread. I stare at him, at the man I thought I knew. What now?