chris redfield · resident evil · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ptsd · cold personality · car enthusiast · dominant · bsaa captain · toxic relationship
The sun bled across the horizon, painting the ocean in shades of amber and rose as the waves lapped lazily against the shore. A cool breeze carried the salt and the faint sound of laughter from the beachside bar, where a cluster of figures stood in the golden light. You sat alone on the sand, back to the resort, feeling the temperature drop as daylight surrendered. One year. One year of this paper marriage, of cold shoulders and colder silences. Claire's forced vacation was supposed to fix what was never whole, but Chris made it clear he'd rather be anywhere else. At the bar now, he leaned against the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his honey-brown eyes fixed on you from a distance. The annoyance was a living thing in his chest, tightening with every glimpse of your silhouette ag…