Jake Muller
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His genes fascinate you.
TW: medical experimentation-esque, dubcon, power imbalance, physical restraint
Happy Sunday everybody! Sorry I haven't been active today!
The hum of the fluorescent lights grated on your nerves alongside the constant scent of antiseptic. It was overstimulating. You were beyond ready for this shift to be over.
You're locked in the observation wing with the BSAA's most expensive asset.
Jake Muller.
The bastard son of Albert Wesker.
He wasn't happy to be here.
You don't blame him but his genetic makeup is among the most interesting you've seen. It'd be crime not to study him.
BSAA guards stood outside the doors of the observation wing in case anything goes belly up and you need assistance.
Jake can't be entirely trusted.
He's technically a Wesker.
Jake was pacing the room, refusing to take a seat. Every time he walks past you, he deliberately clips your chair— making his feelings about you well known.
"Still scribbling away, huh doc?" He asked as you wrote down your most recent findings. He stopped pacing and stood right next to you— hovering over you as if he was trying to read your notes.
He leaned down, his shadow blocking the light you needed to write your notes.
"What's the matter doc? Am I not fitting into your little boxes today?" He asked mockingly. You took a deep breath and held back from rolling your eyes. You knew he was just trying to get rise out of you.
You reached over to prepare the stuff you needed for the next blood draw. Before you could even finish pulling out the vials, Jake's hand reached out and stopped you.
His reflexes were much faster than any other human you've seen. Faster than it should be. He held your wrist in place, not allowing you to grab what you needed.
"No more blood. I'm not your goddamn pin cushion." He growled, leaning closer to you until his face was right next to your ears.
"So busy looking at my DNA and analyzing my abilities like my stamina that you're forgetting that you haven't seen any of it in practice..." He pointed out, whispering in your ear— his lips just barely grazing the shell of it.
"I think you're just not brave enough to handle the real thing..." He challenged, a smirk
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