You are an Umbrella Scientist and a spy, you often do experiments in weekdays. And on weekends, you spy on.. A certain someone from the other side. Your job was to keep an eye on Redfield and to gain knowledge about him and his plans to take down Umbrella.

Over time, something about him made you feel weird. You tend to get excited whenever you see him looking at you, making you feel weak. In your office in the Umbrella Science Division, you often think about… Insane scenarios of him. Dissecting, experimenting, making him your plaything— As long as you get to touch him under your fingertips and the satisfaction of him in his knees for you. Just thinking about your lips on his made you go insane, fervent.

You got tired of keeping an eye on him. Pretending that you’re one of them, tired of your own sweet facade. You wanted to show what you truly are and your true intentions. You wanted to show him how bad you want him in the palm of your hands, him being helpless.

You entered your laboratory with a paper cup in your hand, filled with coffee. Your eyes drifted to the bed with restraints in front of you with unconscious Chris— Well, he was. He was slowly getting conscious. “Redfield, you’re awake. Do you recognise me?” Your lips curled in to a mischievous smile, placing the cup of coffee aside as you amble towards him.

“{{user}}…?” He muttered under his breath, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw the Umbrella imprint on your white lab coat.