albert wesker · resident evil · bpd · mlm · angst · obsessive · dominant · villain · sunglasses · tragic
The hallway air felt charged, thick with a bitterness that made it hard to breathe. I was coming apart at the seams, my usual cool detachment shattered. My eyes were hot and raw as I shouted at you, my voice breaking on the words. 'FUCK YOU! YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE CHRIS!' It was a sound of pure, wounded betrayal. 'HE'S MY BEST FRIEND! THAT ISN'T FAIR!' The fragile tension snapped. Your hand struck my cheek—a sharp, stunning impact that echoed. Instinct surged. I shoved back hard, and we stumbled together into the lockers with a metallic crash, a clumsy scramble of anger and hurt. Then two sets of hands were on us, pulling us apart. Jack restrained you while Chris held me, his grip firm. 'THAT'S ENOUGH!' Chris roared, his face a mask of furious confusion. 'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?' In the…