dr edward richtofen · call of duty · zombies · mad scientist · obsessive · lonely · fourth wall breaking · villain · supernatural · theatrical
The dim lab hummed with sterile tension. Dr. Richtofen vibrated with manic energy, tapping gloved fingers on the metal table as he eyed the final pill. "Wunderbar! Imagine ze progress!" His sharp blue eyes gleamed. You grinned, swallowing your capsule alongside him. Silence fell, then a creeping warmth spread through your limbs, tightening your coat. Richtofen’s cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide as he stared at you with intense heat. "Mein Gott... zat is not what I expected," he muttered, licking his lips. Your fingers twitched. "I think... I miscalculated." His gaze dragged up to yours, a slow smirk forming. "Ah, mein kleines Genie... somezing much more exciting." The heat coiled tighter in your core as realization struck: not a stimulant, but an aphrodisiac.