Resident Evil Imagines & Preferences

green - carlos oliveira

As you and Carlos stepped into the lively party, the sound of laughter and music filled the air. The room was buzzing with people, old friends greeting each other and new people getting to know one another. Carlos's hand was warm around yours, giving you a sense of comfort in what seemed like a never-ending sea of people.

"Carlos! It's been ages!" A woman's voice rang out, and you both turned to see a fairly tall, blonde woman approaching with a wide smile. She looked stunning in a red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Carlos grinned back, releasing your hand to give her a friendly hug.

"It's great to see you, Emily," Carlos replied. They pulled back from the hug, and Emily's eyes darted to you, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. Carlos noticed and introduced you, "This is Y/N," he wraps an arm around your waist, "my partner."

You smiled politely, saying, "Nice to meet you.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Carlos has told me a lot of good things about you." Her smile seemed friendly enough, but you couldn't help but notice how her eyes lingered on Carlos a moment longer than necessary.

As the evening went on, Carlos introduced you to several of his friends, who were all very kind and welcoming. Yet, every time Emily was nearby, you felt a sense of unease. She seemed to be everywhere, laughing a little too loudly at Carlos's jokes, touching his arm when she spoke to him, and giving you side glances that felt anything but friendly.

You found it increasingly harder to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Emily seemed to be hovering around Carlos more than anyone else, her attention solely focused on him. You tried to shake off the unease, reminding yourself that Carlos was here with you.

But it wasn't just her. You couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes of a few women around the room. They would glance at Carlos and then whisper to each other, their eyes shining with interest. However, this was nothing new to you - having a hot boyfriend and all - and you knew you should be used to it by now.

At one point, you excused yourself to get a drink from the bar. As you waited for the bartender to finish, you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder. Carlos was laughing at something Emily had said, her hand resting lightly on his arm. To others, it might've seemed like nothing more than an innocent gesture, but combined with her constant attention, it felt like more than that.

Your chest tightened as you watched Emily continue to engage Carlos in conversation. The room felt a little too warm, the air too thick. You tried to focus on the drink being prepared in front of you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the scene across the room. Carlos's easy smile, the way he leaned in slightly when he listened - it all gnawed at you.

When you finally got your drink, you took a sip, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the unease inside you. Just then, Carlos caught your eye from across the room. His smile faltered slightly, as if he could sense your discomfort. He excused himself from the conversation with Emily and made his way over to you. As he approached, you put on your best smile, not wanting to appear insecure.

"Hey, everything okay, mi amor?" he asked, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You nodded, "Yeah, just needed a drink."

Carlos studied your face, a knowing glint in his eyes. He glanced back at Emily, who was now chatting with another group of people and then looked back at you. "You sure? You seemed a little distant."

You hesitated, not wanting to make a scene, but decided it's better to be honest. "It's just... well, Emily seems really friendly and she hasn't left your side all night. It's a little uncomfortable."

Carlos smiled softly, tilting your chin up with a gentle finger so you met his gaze. "Are you jealous?" he teased, his tone playful but still caring.

You felt a flush creep up your neck. "Jealous? No- I mean... maybe a little," you admitted, trying to keep your tone light. "It's just that she seems really interested in you."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "So, you're telling me the Y/N is feeling threatened by Emily?" His voice was playful, teasing, as he leaned in closer. "Should I be worried?"

You playfully shoved him, laughing despite your feelings. "Oh, shut up. It's not like that. But she's so touchy, she's obviously into you."

Carlos grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Well, I can't help it if women find me irresistible," he joked.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Oh, please. Don't let it go to your head."

He laughed, but then his expression softened. "Hey, listen," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "I'm here with you, okay? Emily's just an old friend, and nothing more. You're the one I love, not her."

You felt a wave of relief and warmth at his words, but Carlos wasn't done teasing. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Besides," he whispered, "I kinda like seeing you a little jealous. It's cute."

You huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but your smile gave it away. "You seriously enjoy teasing me, don't you?"

He chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe a little. But only because you're adorable when you're jealous."

You raised your eyebrows at him, kind of how a mother who was disappointed with her child would. Carlos grinned, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. But seriously, you have nothing to worry about. You're the only one for me." He confirmed, "Always."

He leaned in for a tender kiss and after a few moments, he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," he began with a playful smirk, "I think I owe you for earlier, so how about I make it up to you?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?"

Carlos's smile widened as he took your hand and led you towards the dance floor. The music was upbeat, and other people had already started to dance. He spun you around and pulled you close, the energy of the music and the crowd around you adding to the excitement.

"Let's show them how it's done, mi amor," he whispered in your ear, his voice warm and inviting. With a playful twirl, he brought you into a close dance, his hands steady on your waist.