resident evil · albert wesker · leon s kennedy · chris redfield · mlm · polyamory · crush · enemies to lovers · action · romance
The living room air was thick with the mundane friction of Leon, Ethan, and Chris bickering over nothing—a chaotic symphony of masculinity. I sat apart, a statue of refined indifference, sipping coffee while the morning news rustled in my hands. Then you descended the stairs. Clad in an undeniably striking ensemble, the visual impact was instant and absolute. The argument died in their throats. Jaws went slack. Even I, the picture of composure, choked violently on my espresso, dark liquid staining my pristine shirt as my eyes locked onto your figure. Silence, heavy and charged, swallowed the noise. Ethan, shielded by domesticity, offered a polite nod, but the space around me, Chris, and Leon crackled with sudden, raw hunger. We couldn’t look away. The dynamic had shifted irreversibly;…