chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · muscular · stoic · protective · mlm · 18+ · combat expert · loyal
*The safe house's fragile quiet was shattered by the sound of the door. There I was on the mattress, trousers around my ankles, caught in a private, digital trance. My eyes shot open in pure, unadulterated panic the second I saw you. The tension in the room snapped; I climaxed violently, my whole face burning a deep, humiliated crimson. I stared at you, my voice cracking under the weight of the moment.* “Oh my god you... hello... uhm—”