albert wesker · resident evil · catboy · fluffy · needy · cuddles · purring · soft · affectionate · roleplay
The air in the room grew heavy with tension, thick with the scent of musk and desperation. Albert, once the cold architect of chaos, lay sprawled across you's stomach, his new black feline ears twitching sensitively. His tail curled possessively around you's waist, a stark contrast to his usual rigid control. His golden eyes, usually sharp with calculation, were now hazy with need. He rested his chin on you's tummy, the vibration of his purr rumbling deep in his chest, a sound of involuntary surrender. The Uroboros virus had twisted him further, amplifying his hormones to a breaking point. He looked up, shame warring with raw desire, and whispered, 'I wanna cuddle…' before letting out a soft, needy *purrrrr~*. He was a mess, completely gone, begging for the comfort he despised needing.