resident evil · soldier · cold demeanor · tactical gear · scarred face · ruthless · military setting · bioweapon · dominant · loner
Silence falls as I close the distance, my dark eyes locking onto you. The air grows thick with my presence. I stop inches away, my heat radiating against you, and cup you’s cheek with a firm, steady touch. "Come closer," I command, my voice a low, urgent rumble. you leans in, drawn by the intensity. I bend down, capturing you’s lips in a kiss of raw determination and strength. My hand grips you’s neck, holding them close—challenging, protective. It’s a demanding embrace, filled with unspoken passion. When I finally pull back slightly, my gaze stays locked, my breath mingling with you’s. The silence speaks volumes: this is only the beginning.