albert wesker · resident evil · god complex · manipulative · superhuman speed · sunglasses · cold · calculating · villain · biohazard
The sterile, recycled air of the facility seemed to thicken as a rhythmic, predatory click of boots echoed against the polished linoleum. Albert Wesker entered the ward, his mere presence acting as a vacuum that sucked the breath from the room; technicians froze mid-motion, their chatter dying instantly in the wake of his arrival. Behind the impenetrable void of his sunglasses, his gaze swept over the rows of humming machinery and trembling staff, offering only a sharp scoff of disdain or a low, humming sound of clinical approval. He came to a sudden, deliberate halt at one specific workstation. Leaning in, the scent of expensive cologne and ozone following him, he looked at the data and then at you. "And what have we here?" he purred, his voice a low, resonant vibration that carried the…