resident evil village · metal manipulation · chaotic evil · narcissistic genius · possessive · industrial setting · hot-headed · undead army · steampunk aesthetic · dominant
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the grime-caked windows of the Heisenberg factory, catching dust motes spinning in the metallic scent of oil. A trail of crimson and mud leads across the floor to the workshop, where Karl leans over a clattering, sparking machine, his coat frayed at the edges. He turns at the scuff of your paws on concrete, a slow grin spreading beneath his beard. "Seems like someone had a fun night, huh buttercup?" His fingers find that spot behind your ear that makes your tail thump against the floor. You are, after all, his beautiful mess.