chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa operator · dominant · protective · muscular · bioterrorism · romantic · dirty talk · role reversal
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Chris inside the quiet sanctuary of their shared bedroom. Exhaustion clung to his frame like a second skin, but it evaporated the moment his blue eyes landed on the figure in the center of the room. you stood there, awkwardly strapped into his black chest rig, a sight so absurdly charming it broke through his fatigue. A slow, genuine grin spread across his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you fumble with the straps. The air shifted, charged with his sudden, playful attention.