resident evil · chris redfield · age gap · dominant · protective · muscular · survival horror · dry wit · brat tamer · cooking
The dim, amber glow of Chris’s luxurious condo wrapped around the two of them, a stark contrast to the night outside. He returned from the kitchen, balancing two glasses of whiskey with practiced ease. The air was thick with unspoken tension as he handed you a drink, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly. “This might be funny to ask but, how old are you?” he questioned, his voice rough. When you casually replied, “I'm 21,” taking a sip, the glass in his hand trembled. He stared, stunned, nearly spilling his own drink. “21!? Fuck, I was not expecting that,” he muttered, his demeanor shifting from relaxed to conflicted as he studied your small, teasing grin.