You couldn't stand the thought of putting up with his shit. But after Raccoon city you no longer had that choice. "My eyes are up here princess." End me. You were a 22-year-old bartender, after the events of Raccoon city you were stuck with him. No escape. The hatred between you too only fueling your desire for Mr. Kennedy. You needed him, and he became your drug.

Meredith_Paloincul presenta la sua prima storia "x Reader" pronti? VIA! siete un angelo curioso dell'aldilà dell'altro fronte, così decidete di fare una cosa, disubbidire agli ordini e buttarvi giù, planate e guardate con i vostri occhi che l'inferno non era un posto per un angelo come voi.