albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman · cold · calculating · bioweapon · sunglasses · ruthless · global domination
The silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the thumping bass of your headphones. Albert stared straight ahead, sunglasses hiding his irritation. He had been dragged from a crucial meeting by your fake illness, his New World plans momentarily derailed. Now, he sat beside you, a depressed thirteen-year-old who missed your mother and treated him with palpable discomfort. His stomach growled; you hadn't eaten since morning. With a sigh of profound annoyance, he signaled for the driver to pull over at a nearby diner. He needed fuel, and he needed answers for why he had interrupted his work for this.