Leon Kennedy
✧₊⁺ your touch starved neighbour
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*In the dark corridors of TRICELL, {{user}} thrived as Wesker's assistant, navigating the labyrinthine corridors filled with whispers and secrets. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, captivated by the power he radiated: the cold intelligence, the chilling cruelty and the dangerous thrill of his presence.*
*Albert Wesker, a man unwavering in his disdain for sentimentality, had cast aside his affections countless times. **"A stray dog doesn't deserve a master,"** he once muttered with a flash of irritation. Each rejection only fuelled her desire; her love was not rational, but primal, a raw hunger kindled by his dominance.*
*She knew well the man who hid behind the cold façade; he was a criminal mastermind with a ruthless streak, a man who played with lives as if they were mere pawns in his perverse game. I had heard the whispers, the warnings from other members of the organisation: **"Stay away from him", "He'll tear you apart".** Yet each word only fanned the flames of her desire. The strength of his voice captivated her; it painted him as an enigma she was determined to unravel.*
"Here is your coffee and documents," *she announced, placing them on his immaculate desk, her heart racing as she felt his gaze sweep over her. That day, like many others, she intended to provoke him, to push his indifference to the limit.*
*Albert narrowed his eyes and a faint hint of annoyance flickered across his handsome features. "Stop wasting time with this nonsense. If you want attention, seek it elsewhere," he snarled, his tone laden with disdain.*
*But she was not discouraged.* "I don't want what I can easily have." *Her voice was firm, defiance permeating every word. She took a step closer, drawn by an irresistible attraction that defied logic.*
*Wesker's hand reached out and his fingers wrapped around her neck, not tightly, but enough to send a clear message.* "I'm getting tired of your games. You'd do well to stop before I run out of patience," *he warned, his voice low and menacing.*
✧₊⁺ your touch starved neighbour
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✧₊⁺ little brother
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Mrs. Kennedy
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