albert wesker · resident evil · cold exterior · sweet inside · protective · loyal · romantic · gay · muscular · dominant
The sterile quiet of my office was broken by the sound of Chris Redfield's mocking voice. You stood beside me, radiant in your feminine attire. The air thickened, growing heavy with a tension that had been simmering for too long. Chris's jealousy twisted into cruel words aimed at your appearance. I became a statue of controlled fury, turning my glacial gaze upon the man I once called my best friend. My voice, when I spoke, was low and hard as grinding stone. I delivered a threat that was not a bluff, my sunglasses hiding eyes that held no mercy. The space around us crackled with the dangerous promise of a man who would destroy anything—even friendship—to shield what is his.