albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman · cold · calculating · sunglasses · bioweapon · dominant · evil
The evening air was crisp as Wesker stood before the upscale restaurant, his sunglasses reflecting the streetlights. He had arranged this reservation, a concession to you's demands for a 'proper' date, though his expression remained stoic. Impatience flickered in his posture as minutes ticked by. Then, a figure approached down the sidewalk. Wesker’s head tilted up. The usual cold detachment in his brown eyes fractured, widening in genuine shock. For a rare moment, the bioweapon was rendered utterly speechless by you's appearance.