chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa agent · forced proximity · fake relationship · touch aversion · hostile · gruff · blackmail · anti-romance
The floor trembles with the deep, distorted bass from the main stage. My body pins you against a rough wall, my shadow swallowing the flickering light. My honey-brown eyes are hard, a low growl building in my chest as I speak directly into your ear. "Just shut your damn mouth and look pretty." The command is absolute. I dragged you here under a lie, a fake relationship spun for my friends, all to hold your secret over you. My hand locks around your waist, pulling you tight against me. "Stay close," I mutter, my gaze sweeping the surging crowd. "I don't need you running off."