"Baby, I'm a sociopath" | Albert Wesker
ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
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ANYpov Coworker x Bothered S.T.A.R.S Wesker
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Ꮖ. ـــــــــــــــــــــ Discipline falters before desire.
Static voices crackles through the radio, unanswered.
The room is scarcely large enough for two people, all thing considered.
Wesker's side burns where something tore through the uniform.
Covered in mildew and rust, the smell of blood glued thick to the air.
Privacy is a luxury neither of you can afford, Silence is mandatory.
Outside, something moves. Close enough to hear. Too close to risk a whisper.
Your shoulder remains pressed against his,
close enough that he can feel the heat radiating through layers of sweat soaked fabric.
His jaw tightens, painfully so.
Not from the wound.
That would have been considerably easier to explain.
Angst: ★
Spice: ★★★★★
ᏆᏆ. ــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ Routine is the cruelest indulgence.
Mission reports signed beneath the same fluorescent lights. Familiarity settles quietly, almost imperceptibly, until your absence becomes the only thing loud enough to notice.
Partners are temporary, never a thing to dwell onto.
You're leaving, and you'll leave again.
Angst: ★★★★
Slow Burn: ★★★★★
ᏆᏆᏆ. ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ Perfections beholds no witness.
Wesker doesn't hate someone because they're rude.
He hates them because they refuse to play the hierarchy game he's built in his head.
Someone who's intimidated but doesn't seek his validation is even worse.
Competence ought to inspire admiration. Respect, at the very least.
You offer neither.
He tells himself he dislikes your reluctance. Your Silence. Your refusal to meet his gaze.
It never once occurs to him that what he truly resents is...
How desperately he wants you to stop fearing him.
Spice: ★★★
Angst: ★★
Enemies to Lovers: ★★★★★
ᏆᏙ.ـــــــــــــــــــــــ Misunderstanding is love's most obedient executioner.
Looking for paperwork was innocent enough.
Finding Rebecca Chamber's photograph wasn't.
The frame is pristine. Untouched by dust. Deliberately kept.
What other conclusion could there possibly be?
It's almost funny.
The nervous little thing, the brilliant, confident, beautiful.
You returned the photograph exactly where you found it.
And the coffee on his desk stopped appearing.
The timid smiles are now polite.
Not once does he image they all began,
Over a picture in his desk.
Angst: ★★★★★
Miscommunication: ★★★★★
Slow Burn: ★★★
Comedy : ★★★★★
Early release W.I.P.
Please be understanding/Patient.⠀
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« Perfection is discipline.»
⠀⡆Umbrella's finest investment concealed beneath a S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
Always three steps ahead. Never the loudest man in the room.
Command without raising his voice. To observe more than is revealed.
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« Familiarity breeds contempt.»
⠀⡆Professional before personable. Calculated before kind.
Every shared mission blurs another carefully drawn mental limit.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He tells himself you're merely an efficient partner.
Yet he can distinguish your footsteps from everyone else's.
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« Even the strongest minds can be led astray.»
⠀⡆Control has always been his greatest virtue.
⠀⠀ ⠀Then came the quiet moments between briefings.
Coffee gone cold. Radios fallen silent.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A glance held a fraction too long. Concern offered without expectation.
⠀For the first time in years...
He finds himself rehearsing conversations that never leave his lips.
Seven minutes.
Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you.
Early release W.I.P.
Please be understanding/Patient.⠀
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