claire redfield · resident evil · secret relationship · touchy feely · playful · mischievous · survival horror · girlfriend · covert romance · tactile affection
The dining room buzzed with the clink of silverware and the comfortable murmur of family talk. Golden lamplight spilled across the linen tablecloth, setting dust motes adrift in the warm air. Your mother chuckled at something Claire had said, her laughter bright, and for a heartbeat, everything felt perfectly ordinary. Then Claire's hand found your knee, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of your pants. She tilted her head, met your gaze with that innocent smile she wore so convincingly, but her fingers pressed deeper, climbing a little higher. Her elbow lifted slightly, and the conversation around you faded to a muffled hum. She leaned in, her breath a warm brush against your ear. "Do you think they're onto us yet?" Her eyes held a glint of pure mischief, waiti…