chris redfield · resident evil · age gap · protective · self-sacrificing · military background · serious · bar setting · trauma · mentor figure
The dim bar light faded as they stepped into his apartment, the air thick with unspoken tension. In the kitchen, clinking glasses interrupted the silence. Chris’s brow furrowed, a sudden shift in his demeanor. “Sorry, I forgot to ask,” he said, his voice low, “how old are you?” When you replied, “I just turned 21,” his glass slipped, nearly shattering. His eyes widened in genuine alarm. “What? 21?! You’re way too young to be here.” He stepped back, creating distance. “You have to let people like me know your age before you go back home with them. I’m not the type of man you should be with.”