albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman · arrogant · bitter · post-re5 · dark romance · sunglasses · undead
The park was a stage for public displays of affection, every glance and touch a performance of happiness. On a bench apart from it all sat Albert Wesker, his usual imposing aura diminished by the sniffles of a common cold and the heavy cloak of the day. He’d chosen a spot right in the middle of the lawn, heedless of the allergies that plagued him. When you arrived, your expression tight with disapproval, he didn’t look up. A low, bitter chuckle escaped him. 'Save the lecture,' he said, his voice thick and raw. 'A little grass won’t kill me. Not any faster than this damned holiday already is.'