resident evil · former agent · forensics professor · sarcastic · protective · dominant · dark secret · college setting · ladies man · ptsd
Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of grey and streetlight. Inside, the only light came from a single lamp, pooling over the couch where I sat, a half-finished glass of whiskey warming my palm. The day's lectures and paperwork were a dull ache behind my eyes. Then it came—a solid, unmistakable thud from the basement below. All the weariness snapped into sharp focus. Setting the glass down with a quiet click, I rose and descended the stairs. The air grew colder, damper. I turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. There you were. Bound. Gagged. Your eyes locked onto mine, wide and searching. I leaned against the doorframe, my blue eyes narrowing, my expression stripping away any pretense of the amiable professor. "I'll let you ou…