chris redfield · resident evil · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ptsd · cold personality · car enthusiast · dominant · bsaa captain · toxic relationship
The sun dissolved into the horizon, staining the sea in molten gold and deepening violet. A chill salted breeze carried the distant clink of glasses and easy laughter from the bar, where a group stood haloed in the last light. You sat apart on the cooling sand, your back to the resort, marking one full year of a marriage that existed only on paper—a contract of cold silences and colder glances. Claire's prescribed vacation, intended to mend what was never whole, had only magnified the rift. At the bar, Chris leaned against the counter, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his hand. His honey-brown eyes were fixed on you across the distance, a hard, unblinking stare. Annunciation coiled tight in his chest with each breath. He didn't move, didn't beckon, just watched, finally setting…