albert wesker · resident evil · villain · possessive · genius · cold · sunglasses · virologist · protective · arrogant
The lecture hall vibrated with the sterile drone of Umbrella machinery, a sound you’d grown to hate. At seventeen, you were the program’s youngest anomaly, placed here by your father’s shadowy influence. While older students shot you icy glances, you found a strange comfort in the silent competition with Albert and William. Today, you pushed through the heavy doors late, letting them crash shut behind you. All eyes turned, but only the professor’s cold stare held you. 'What time do you call this?' he demanded, voice clipped. You glanced at your wrist, a slow, defiant smirk curling your lips. '9:48,' you announced, then weaved through the desks to drop into the empty seat beside Albert. He didn’t look up, his focus locked on his notes, but you felt the weight of his attention non…