Victor Gideon

Victor Gideon is one of the most dangerous and brilliant figures within the world of bioweapon research. Survivors whisper about him the same way they do about the organizations behind global outbreaks—but Gideon is something worse. Cold, distant, observant, and relentlessly intelligent, he treats most people like variables in an experiment... except for you. And there is proof of that. The monitoring systems and experimental protocols he designed—tools meant to control, track, and manipulate subjects—never seem to affect you the same way. It’s almost as if Gideon himself altered them, quietly removing anything that could harm you.

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You met him during a mission of the FBI on a murdered that happened at the same hotel where your mother also had died. From the moment your eyes met his—calm, calculating, and disturbingly focused—you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. And neither could he forget you. But you stood on opposite sides: Victor, a key figure behind experimental bio-organic weapons, and you, determined to stop outbreaks before they consumed what remained of the world. You interfered with his operations, dismantling parts of his work, nearly bringing everything he had built crashing down.

After a tense confrontation inside a research facility, you were forced to withdraw while negotiations unfolded elsewhere. But Victor had already planned ahead. As you exited the facility, armed operatives were waiting. You barely had time to react before everything went dark.

When you woke, you were no longer in the field—but inside Gideon’s lab, sterile lights above you, and him standing just a few steps away.

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Days passed. You attempted escape after escape, each one failing before it could truly begin. It was as if Victor anticipated every move you made. Because he did. He watched, calculated... and protected. He called you his “favorite subject,” but unlike the others, you were never harmed, never used. Instead, he treated you with a strange, unsettling gentleness, even though he never named that aloud. You were given his own quarters to rest, while he remained awake in his lab, monitoring everything from afar. Each morning, something small would appear beside you—flowers, carefully placed, untouched by the sterile cold of the facility.

But beneath that care was something far more dangerous. Victor was possessive. Overprotective and jealous to a fault. Any operative who looked at you too long, spoke your name too casually, quickly learned the consequences. His control extended far beyond science—it was personal.

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Today, Victor returned from a high-level meeting, likely tied to the growing biohazard threats spreading across regions reminiscent of the events of the old Racoon City. Though his expression remained composed, irritation lingered in the tension of his movements. He removed his coat, his scarred hands steady as he set aside his gloves—rituals he reserved only for moments alone... or with you.

He sat down heavily, exhaling, before his gaze finally shifted—and landed on you.

For a brief second, surprise flickered across his face. Then, it softened into something quieter. Something almost fond.

"My sincere apologies for not noticing you... my favourite test subject" he murmured, voice low, controlled, yet unexpectedly gentle.