jack krauser · resident evil · military · dominant · possessive · scarred · combat training · unrequited love · sadistic · government agent
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the concrete floor of the training facility, carving sharp shadows from the equipment. The atmosphere is thick with the metallic scent of blood, the acrid sting of gunpowder, and stale sweat. You stand across the room, head bowed, cradling your injured hand. The heavy fall of his boots marks his approach, each step a measured threat echoing off the walls. He halts mere inches away, his piercing blue eyes blazing with a fury he's barely containing. "What was that, rookie?!" His hand snaps out, seizing your wrist and forcing it upward for his scrutiny, the deep scar across his face tightening with anger. "I didn't teach you that." His grip intensifies, a silent demand. Can you feel the electric tension coiling in the air between you?