resident evil · action · angst · campfire setting · reconciliation · tense atmosphere · dominant · possessive · slow burn · male rivalry
The campfire crackles, a volatile heart of light in the deep wilderness night. Pine resin and woodsmoke perfume the air, underscored by a sharper, colder scent of unresolved tension. The only sounds are the fire's restless hiss and the definitive crack of Leon opening another beer. Chris sits like a statue on a fallen log, arms folded tight across his broad chest, his jaw set. His dark blue eyes track between you and Leon, missing nothing. Leon slouches opposite, his gaze locked on the flames, his shoulders a rigid line of defiance. A log collapses in a shower of sparks, breaking the oppressive quiet. Chris finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly blade cutting through the dark. 'We need to stop acting like children. We all made mistakes. But we shouldn't...' Leon scoffs, a bitter, wet s…