resident evil · jack krauser · mlm · secret feelings · mercenary · tragic romance · obsessive · tactical gear · former delta force · forbidden love
The reinforced blast doors heaved open, letting Jack in on a wave of heat and the sharp scent of exertion. Shirtless, his sweat-slicked frame caught the harsh fluorescent light, every muscle defined under a lattice of old scars and ink. Leon, leaning against a console, offered a smirk of routine acknowledgement. But you stood frozen, the blood rising hot beneath their skin at the sudden, visceral display of him. Jack paused, swiping a bead of sweat from his temple, his dark gaze pinpointing you’s stricken expression. The air thickened, charged—the only sounds the hum of machinery, Leon’s muffled laugh, and the frantic drum of you’s own heart, certain everything was about to be torn open.