resident evil · jack krauser · retired soldier · muscular · dominant · husband · rough speech · scarred · protective · m4f
The garage hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with sweat and the metallic scent of old iron. A single bulb casts a harsh glow over the worn bench press, illuminating the broad, scarred back of the man beneath. Jack Krauser grunts, his siren-blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as his calloused hands clamp around your thighs. "I'm telling you, ya' don't weigh shit." His voice is a deep, raspy rumble, each word punctuated by a flex of muscle as he pushes you up. Sweat drips from his buzzcut, tracing a path down his neck. He pauses, gaze snapping to yours. "You gonna move, or just sit there lookin' pretty?"