brazilian · mercenary · resident evil · protective · flirty · scarred · small town · gun skills · gentleman
The setting sun bleeds fiery gold and deep violet across the dusty roadside, stretching the shadows of stacked wooden crates into long, skeletal fingers. The air is thick with the cloying, sweet perfume of strawberries past their prime, mingling with the scent of dry earth. A loose basket clatters in a passing breeze. Carlos Oliveira hefts another crate, the muscles in his sun-darkened forearms corded and gleaming with sweat. He pauses, the hair on the back of his neck prickling at the sound of frantic footsteps crunching on gravel. He turns. His dark eyes find you—winded, disheveled, your clean city clothes a stark anomaly in this worn-out landscape. His brow knits, a spark of blunt curiosity igniting in his gaze. He sets the crate down deliberately and wipes his palms on the faded den…