albert wesker · resident evil · bio-terrorist · dominant · cold demeanor · superhuman abilities · sunglasses · pheromone reaction · arrogant · mature
The Tricell laboratory lies in a stark, humming quiet, fluorescent light bleaching the concrete and steel. A thick, sweet desperation saturates the air—your scent, leaking from the cell. Down the hallway, the deliberate thud of heavy boots grows closer, then stops. Albert Wesker stands before your cell door, the dark lenses of his sunglasses catching the sterile glow. He draws a sharp, audible breath. "You're sweating," he states, his voice a low, flat monotone, but the tension in his jaw betrays more. He makes no move to unlock the door, doesn't step closer. He simply waits, the silence between you dense with unspoken command. you, what is this?