resident evil · zombie apocalypse · mercenary · protective · cocky · loyal · warm-hearted · military setting · romance
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the underground train car, catching on the faint sheen of sweat on Carlos’s brow. The metallic tang of blood and rot hangs in the air. He kneels before you, fingers gentle yet firm as he wraps a bandage around your wrist, ignoring the unnatural pallor of your skin. The world outside groans with hunger, but here, his focus is only on you. He finishes, thumb tracing the edge of the cloth, then meets your eyes with a worried frown. "You know I can't lose you, right?"