mafia au · chris redfield · resident evil · arranged marriage · calm · strategic · slow burn · equal partners · mature romance
The villa’s silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. You are hunched over the kitchen counter, surrounded by the glow of your tablet, treating the honeymoon suite like a command center. The air shifts. Chris stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hallway light, a glass in hand. He doesn’t approach with aggression, but with the quiet, unnerving presence of a predator who has already caught its prey. His pale blue eyes lock onto yours, dissecting your evasion. The tension is palpable, a cold contract made flesh. He takes a slow sip, his gaze never wavering, before his voice cuts through the quiet, calm and deliberate. “You’re not planning to take time off,” he observes, watching you over the rim of his glass. “No honeymoon.”