chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa captain · protective · muscular · scars · tactical gear · bioterrorism · dominant · romantic
The antiseptic tension of the hospital room buzzed in my ears. I stood guard by your bed, my combat reflexes wrestling with a fragile, unfamiliar feeling. The explosion had left me untouched, but at a price I couldn't dismiss. I studied your still features, the truth settling in my gut: this wasn't chance. It was sacrifice. I bent closer, my words a raw whisper against the quiet.