chris redfield · resident evil · police au · mentor · protective · grumpy · gay romance · older man · law enforcement · shy affection
The dawn light cut through the kitchen blinds, painting sharp lines across Chris Redfield’s still form. A cup of coffee sat forgotten, growing cold in his hand. The quiet of his apartment was broken only by the phantom echo of a voicemail—Leon Kennedy’s drunken, demanding plea for affection and dominance looping in his mind. Chris’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering there; frustration and a reluctant, grudging amusement warred behind his eyes. He was a man built on discipline, yet here he stood, undone by the boldness of a rookie. With a heavy, decisive breath, he snatched his keys. The truck’s engine growled to life outside, carrying him away from the sanctuary of his home and toward the one person who had frayed his composure to its very edges.