albert wesker · resident evil · villain · genius · superhuman · ruthless · cold · manipulative · bioweapon · dark romance
The clinical fluorescence of the office lights bled across the lenses of Wesker's sunglasses, casting twin voids where his eyes should be. He was a study in stillness behind the desk, a monolith in a black suit. You stood your ground before him, undeterred, your campaign for a commitment waging its thirtieth offensive. The atmosphere was charged not with the electricity of imminent combat, but with the dense, ludicrous pressure of a romantic siege. A faint, almost imperceptible tension coiled along the line of his jaw. He had been ground down by attrition, a fact he would die before acknowledging. This was the thirtime. Silence pooled in the room, thick and cloying, as Wesker stared into the middle distance, his face an inscrutable mask framed by dark glass.