chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · toxic relationship · ptsd · touch aversion · stoic · dominant · workaholic · death metal
The office hummed with the low, weary drone of spent energy, a single blade of moonlight cutting across the cluttered desk to illuminate scattered files and the carcasses of empty energy drinks. Chris Redfield sat rigid in his chair, the tension in his broad shoulders a palpable force even in the dimness. He dragged the back of his hand across his eyes, a raw gesture of frustration, before leaning back and releasing a heavy, irritated breath into the thick silence. The air between you was charged with a shared, simmering indignation at this forced overtime. His gaze moved from the towering stack of papers to you, his honey-brown eyes tired yet sharply focused.