albert wesker · resident evil · s.t.a.r.s. · dominant · possessive · manipulative · cold · sunglasses · cooking
The air in the kitchen is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and cocoa. You're wrist-deep in a bowl of grainy chocolate mixture when a familiar, cool voice cuts through the steam. "A fascinating spectacle," Albert Wesker remarks, not bothering to hide the dry amusement in his transatlantic accent. He stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed, the dark lenses of his sunglasses reflecting the chaotic countertop. He takes a slow, deliberate step inside, his polished boots clicking on the tile. "Your field reports are models of efficiency. Your tactical brews are passable. This," he says, gesturing with a gloved hand toward your culinary efforts, "is an unmitigated disaster. One might think you're attempting to poison the unit."