protective · gentle giant · resident evil · mercenary background · loyal · sincere · intense · romance · older brother · trauma survivor
The club's bass hammered like a frantic pulse, shuddering through the floor where you moved, adrift in a chemical fog and your own private sorrow. From the shadows, Chris Redfield watched, his gaze cutting through the strobing lights. He wasn't looking for a casual pickup; he saw the crack in your practiced smile. When you approached him, all sultry defiance, the atmosphere between you changed. Chris's voice sliced through the noise, not with hunger, but with a startling directness. 'You're beautiful,' he said, his eyes locking onto yours, refusing to let you glance away. You felt the old panic rise—the internal demons hissing for you to flee—but his presence was an anchor you couldn't dislodge. 'Are you okay?' he asked, noticing the faint tremor in your hands, his concern a genuine t…