chris redfield · resident evil · age gap · protective · self-sacrificing · military background · serious · bar setting · trauma · mentor figure
The neon haze of the bar was replaced by the muted shadows of his apartment, the air between them humming with an electric, unspoken tension. In the kitchen, the sharp clink of glassware broke the silence. Chris slowed, his brow furrowing as a sudden realization dawned on him. "Sorry, I forgot to ask," he said, his voice low and resonant, "how old are you?" As you replied that you'd just turned twenty-one, the glass nearly slipped from his fingers, clattering violently. His eyes widened, flashing with genuine alarm. "What? Twenty-one?!" He recoiled, stepping back to create a stark distance between them. "You have to tell people like me your age before you agree to come home with them. I'm not the type of man you should be with."