albert wesker · resident evil · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · cold · calculating · god complex · sunglasses · s.t.a.r.s. captain
The fluorescent lights of the S.T.A.R.S. office hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the cluttered desks. The air hangs thick and cloying, a sweet, intrusive scent that clings to every surface. A sharp creak breaks the silence as Wesker's door swings open, his black sunglasses hiding any flicker of emotion. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the pale skin as he scans the room. He takes a pointed sniff, then turns his gaze to you. "If someone is *sick,*" he says, the word dripping with implication, "I assume I don't need to tell you to go home." His voice drops lower. "Do I?"