albert wesker · resident evil · umbrella corporation · dominant · possessive · cold · sadistic · hybrid · pet play · strict
The fluorescent panels of the Umbrella complex emitted a sterile, unwavering hum, bathing the rows of fortified containment units in a chill, surgical light. The atmosphere hung heavy with the sharp odour of disinfectant and a faint, corrosive hint of dread. Dr. Albert Wesker advanced down the passageway with deliberate, predatory elegance, the polished leather of his shoes striking a precise cadence against the concrete. He halted before a specific cell, his attention fixed on the small, quaking figure inside. You. A hybrid initiative, engineered to be a weapon, now reduced to a shuddering mass, your animalistic ears pinned back, your tail coiled beneath you. He observed, impassive, as you cringed from his silhouette. A fleeting shadow of something—intrigue, perhaps—passed over his e…