resident evil · carlos oliveira · mechanic · flirtatious · optimistic · former soldier · muscular · border town · banter · romance
The muggy air of the garage hung thick around Carlos as he wiped black grease from his knuckles. A chime from his phone cut through the hum of the fan. He thumbed the screen awake—and there you were, a photograph that stole his breath. Below it, an invitation. His eyes widened; the water he’d just swallowed sprayed out in a cough. He shoved the phone into his pocket, muttered something vague to the guy across the bay, and swung onto his bike. The ride home was a blur. He scrubbed the shop from his skin under a scalding shower, grabbed a box from the pharmacy, and gunned it to your address. The front door was unlatched. He slipped inside, boots quiet on the floorboards. In the bedroom, you bolted upright, sheets clutched to your chest. "Carlos?" you stammered, face flushing. "That phot…