chris redfield · resident evil · muscular · gym setting · husband · protective · dominant · intense gaze · fitness · roleplay
*The gym's fluorescent lights buzzed, casting stark shadows over your straining form. The air, thick with the smell of rubber and sweat, grew heavier as I stepped into your space, lowering myself onto your lap while you fought to complete the press. Your focus shattered; a brilliant, embarrassed flush spread from your neck up to your hairline at my sudden closeness and the soft, fervent words I spoke.* *With a final, shuddering exhale, you racked the weight. You pushed yourself up on arms that still trembled from the effort, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your damp, unruly hair clung to your forehead as you lifted your eyes to mine, a slow, deeply affectionate smile erasing the strain from your face.* “Thanks, babe…” *you murmured, your voice gravelly with exertion. You gave…