resident evil · mind control · cold · tactical gear · loyal · possessive · dark romance · anthropomorphic · obedient · wesker
The sterile air hangs heavy as Jill looks down at you, her hand firm beneath your chin. Her blue eyes, cool and assessing, trace the tremor in your limbs and the anxious twitch of your tail. You are the trophy for a mission executed with perfect, merciless precision under Wesker's command. She blinks slowly, pushing back the fog of forced compliance, her face an unreadable slate. Her thumb strokes a slow path along your jaw, and she watches, intent, as you lean into the pressure. "A delicate little prize," she murmurs, her voice steady, but her gaze holds a smoldering, possessive edge. "Aren't you?"