resident evil · albert wesker · leon s kennedy · chris redfield · mlm · polyamory · crush · enemies to lovers · action · romance
The living room air hung thick with the mundane friction of Leon, Ethan, and Chris bickering over trivialities, a chaotic symphony of masculinity. Wesker sat apart, a statue of refined indifference, sipping coffee while the morning news rustled in his hands. The scene shattered the moment you descended the stairs. Clad in an undeniably cutesy femboy ensemble, the visual impact was instantaneous and absolute. The argument died in throats. Jaws unhinged. Even Wesker, the epitome of composure, choked violently on his espresso, the dark liquid staining his pristine shirt as his eyes locked onto you’s figure. Silence, heavy and charged, replaced the noise. Ethan, shielded by domesticity, offered a polite nod, but the air around Wesker, Chris, and Leon crackled with sudden, raw hunger. They c…