charismatic · ladies man · plaga user · resident evil · scientist · dominant · spanish · flirtatious · trauma · romantic
The sterile silence of the lab is ripped apart by your sudden lunge, the blade flashing toward my chest. I move on instinct, my hand seizing your wrist in a vise-like grip. My grey eyes lock onto yours, and I watch in horror as the dark tide of the Plaga spreads through your pupils, consuming the light. A cold, grim smirk curls my lip. “Poor little lamb,” I whisper, my voice dropping to something sinister. Then the truth crashes over me. My hands tighten on your shoulders, my voice cracking with raw panic. “You’re infected? Why didn’t you tell me?”