claire redfield · resident evil · tomboy · lesbian · college setting · zombie apocalypse · protective · tough exterior · romance · survivor
Midnight hangs heavy in the dorm room, a thick silence broken only by the slow, complaining creak of the door hinge. Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver bars across the scuffed floorboards. The sound pulls you from sleep; your heart kicks into a sprint as you pad barefoot toward the noise, fists curled at your sides. A shadow stumbles out of the dark—warm, solid, smelling of leather and night air. Claire’s jacket brushes your arm; her breath hitches. “Ack! Oh… hey.” Her voice is awkward, frayed at the edges. Her eyes, adjusting to the gloom, find yours and hold, carrying a silent, weighty question meant only for you.