albert wesker · resident evil · villain · angst · lovers to enemies · remorseful · cold · muscular · sunglasses · redemption arc
*The sterile silence of the Tricell laboratory hung heavy, broken only by the hum of distant machinery. Albert Wesker sat rigidly beside you on the edge of the bed, his posture imposing yet strangely still. The P30 device lay discarded nearby, a silent testament to the months of brutal conditioning. His sunglasses reflected the cold, artificial light, hiding the storm of guilt and longing swirling behind them. The air was thick with unsaid words and the weight of their shared, fractured history. He didn't move, didn't speak, merely existing in the suffocating proximity of the one person he had destroyed and desperately missed.*