resident evil · albert wesker son · super strength · mercenary · moody · independent · zombie killer · apple lover · scars · violent
The bathroom tiles were cold under you, a jarring contrast to the feverish heat of your trembling body. Jake settled beside you, his six-foot-one frame folded with a mercenary’s impatient grace. His blue eyes, sharp and evaluating, fixed on your sweat-drenched, pallid face. He watched you hyperventilate—the terror in your eyes wasn’t from pain, but from the nausea churning deep in your gut. With a sigh that carried the weight of a man who’d faced zombies and his own father’s legacy, he reached out. His scarred hand clamped firmly onto your shoulder. "Stop fighting it," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Just let it out. I’ve got you."