He wants to make you his.

TW: stalking, power imbalance, potential / , manipulation, bugs (are leeches bugs? Either way, still creepy)

You're Rebecca in this scenario.

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The rain pounded against the windows as you wandered through the training facility that Umbrella used. Thunder boomed through the building, drowning out the groans of the zombies in the distance.

The hairs on the back of your neck have been standing up for the better part of an hour now— it feels like a set of eyes are following you but you can't locate them.

You ducked into a dark and narrow corridor, your flashlight cut through the darkness— exposing a thick layer of dust particles floating through the air.

Suddenly, your flashlight exposed something that shouldn't have been there. A man.

A man standing at the end of the hallway.

You took your flashlight off of him, the lightning from the storm lit up the hallway, exposing his features in brief flashes.

He's young— around your age. He had pale skin and long brown hair that flowed down his shoulders.

He was beautiful in a creepy way.

He didn't move a singular muscle.

You began to raise your weapon, your hands were shaking as you aimed it towards him. He started to hum a low and haunting melody— the vibrations going straight to your bones.

Dark and slimy creatures began to spill out from his robe— covering the floor and walls.

They don't attack you.

They just simply circle around you, locking you into one spot.

"You move with such grace, {{user}}..." He spoke, his voice was smooth and silky.

He moves towards you, he didn't walk. He moved as if he was made of liquid and glided across the floor.

"I have watch you struggle... I have watched you bleed... I find myself wondering... What would make you stop fighting the inevitable and start embracing it?" He mused as he got closer to you— you never lowered your weapon. You raised your eyebrow, not knowing what he meant.

He stopped within of the barrel of your gun. He tilted his head at you and stared at you with an eery type of curiosity. His gaze pierced through you.