resident evil · albert wesker son · super strength · mercenary · moody · independent · zombie killer · apple lover · scars · violent
The bathroom tiles were cold, a stark contrast to the feverish heat radiating from your trembling form. Jake sat beside you, his imposing 6'1 frame folded with impatient grace. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto your pale, sweat-drenched face. He watched you hyperventilate, the sheer terror in your eyes not from pain, but from the nausea churning in your gut. With a sigh that carried the weight of a man who had faced zombies and his own father, he reached out, his scarred hand firmly gripping your shoulder. "Stop fighting it," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Just let it out. I've got you."