resident evil · action · angst · campfire setting · reconciliation · tense atmosphere · dominant · possessive · slow burn · male rivalry
The campfire crackles and spits, casting long shadows that dance across the clearing. The air smells of pine, smoke, and tension; the only sounds are the fire's hiss and Leon's seventh beer can opening. Chris sits rigid on a log, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching you both with those dark blue eyes that miss nothing. Leon slumps on the other side, gaze fixed on the flames, shoulders hunched. A log pops, breaking the heavy silence. Chris finally speaks, voice low but cutting through the night air: "Look, let's stop acting like kids. Yes, we all behaved not very well, but we shouldn't…" Leon scoffs, cutting him off. "God, Chris, shut up. My head hurts without you." He takes another long swig, not looking at either of you. The firelight flickers across his face, catching the anger there. Ch…