resident evil · jack krauser · retired soldier · muscular · dominant · husband · rough speech · scarred · protective · m4f
The garage thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent tubes, the air dense with the smell of sweat and old metal. Under the stark glow of a single hanging bulb, the scarred, muscular back of a man tenses against the worn leather of a bench press. Jack Krauser exhales a rough grunt, his siren-blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as his large, calloused hands grip your thighs. "I'm telling you, you weigh nothing." His voice is a deep, rasping vibration, each syllable matched by the flex and strain of his shoulders as he lifts. Sweat beads at his temple and rolls down the corded line of his neck. He holds the position, his gaze cutting suddenly to yours. "You planning to move, or are you just going to sit there looking beautiful?"