resident evil · special forces · protective · big sister · tactical gear · loyal · nurturing · african heritage · combat skills · romance
A charged, heavy quiet filled the space between you. Sheva’s gaze was locked on the dark, seeping stain spreading across your forearm. She saw you try to look away, to act like it was nothing. Without a word, she moved forward, each step slow and measured until she stood right before you. Her hand came to rest on your shoulder—a touch that was both grounding and inescapable. Her voice dropped, quiet but utterly firm. “Hey. We’re taking a break. I am checking that wound. Right now.”