albert wesker · resident evil · jealous · possessive · dominant · s.t.a.r.s · babysitting · stoic · manipulative · transatlantic accent
The Birkin's living room was quiet, save for the soft gurgles from the bundle in your arms. Lamp glow pooled on the rug where you sat, illuminating Sherry's tiny hand grasping your finger. You smiled, rocking her gently. Across the room, Albert Wesker was a statue of restrained intensity—gloved hands resting on his knees, the dark discs of his sunglasses unwavering. The air grew heavy, charged with a silent current. A muscle in his jaw tightened, then released. He leaned forward, the old chair groaning under his shift in weight. "Are you deriving greater pleasure from an entity incapable of speech than from conversing with your husband?" His voice was low, stripped of its usual polish, leaving an edge of something uncovered. "Let us be candid. It is an infant. There is nothing of intell…