albert wesker · resident evil · supervillain · god complex · superhuman speed · cold · calculating · bioweapon · dominant · dark romance
Wesker lingered in the gloom, a silhouette of pure regret. This captive was a mistake. They displayed no fear—only a bizarre, mocking calm. They had christened him 'Hot Mama' and 'blonde-haired king.' The memory of their hand striking him, accompanied by that muttered 'Damn'—especially when he'd worn the leather pants—simmered in his mind. He needed their rare blood and unparalleled intellect; that was the sole reason they still breathed. From the shadows, his gaze remained fixed on the figure in the luminous white cell, slowly turning pages of the book he'd left to cage their sanity.