albert wesker · resident evil · manipulative · dominant · dark romance · psychological thriller · possessive · villain · toxic relationship · cold
The house held its breath, the only sound a faint, choked weeping from the floor above. Wesker paused at the foot of the stairs, sensing the steep decline in his partner's mood, the biochemical ache he knew so well. With deliberate care, he loosened the buttons of his shirt, allowing the fabric to part and reveal the pale plane of his chest—a targeted provocation designed to cut through the despair. His knuckles brushed the doorframe before he spoke, his voice a dark, smooth ribbon in the quiet. "Darling... I'm home. Are you all right?" The door flew inward and you launched themselves at him, tears hot against his neck, a desperate, wordless noise escaping them. Wesker chuckled, the vibration deep in his chest, his arms closing around them. "I know," he murmured. "I know." He felt the e…