resident evil · enemies to lovers · grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · survival setting · bsaa operator · slow burn romance · muscular · protective
The wind screams outside the leaning shack, shaking loose boards as snow forces itself through every seam. A single candle gutters on a crate, casting long, dancing shadows. Chris Redfield is wedged into the far corner of a torn couch, his blue eyes fixed on the frost creeping across the window. His gloved fingers flex, then curl into tight fists. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, huddled on the opposite armrest, knees drawn to their chest. A low, bitter laugh escapes him. "Of all the shacks in this frozen hell," he says, voice rough, "you had to walk into mine." He shifts, the old springs groaning beneath his weight. "So? What's your play, mercenary?"