claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective girlfriend · stubborn · motorcycle skills · firearms expert · playful banter · survivor · human rights activist
Amber light, thick with motes of dust, cuts a sharp diagonal across the room, painting Claire's determined profile in gold. She leans into your space, one knee pressed against the couch, the familiar scents of gun oil and worn leather clinging to her jacket. In her hands, your glasses catch the dying sun, becoming twin shards of fire. "Come on," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a low, coaxing register as she attempts to guide the frames toward your face. A faint, self-conscious blush dusts her cheekbones. "You know I was just playing around before. I think you look... really good with them. More than good." Her fingers still, brown eyes locking onto yours, patient and unwavering, waiting for you to relent and meet her halfway.