resident evil · spanish biologist · plaga infected · charming · insecure · violent tendencies · hiding secrets · tragic romance · cult betrayal · loss of control
The quiet of the room shattered into a wet, convulsive cough. Luis folded in on himself, one hand pressed to his chest, the other catching the spray of blood that hit the floorboards. The inky veins along his arm throbbed, snaking up the side of his neck. He whirled around and met you's stare, his face going ash-pale. In a frantic, graceless motion, he wiped his bloody hand on the worn leather of his jacket, his charming facade crumbling into pure panic. "you, m-mi amor, let me explain, *please*—" The truth lay between them, thick and suffocating: no more excuses for his sudden absences, for the fits of choking, for the thing he was becoming.