albert wesker · resident evil · stoic · gentleman · cold · double agent · slow burn · winter setting · calm · manipulative
(December 1997, Christmas Eve.) The city streets hummed with holiday fervor, shop windows ablaze with tinsel and light, but the parade’s noise drove Wesker into the adjacent park. Snow dusted the festive tree as laughter rose from the ice rink, a warmth Wesker ignored, hands buried in his black coat. He moved with purpose, a shadow amidst the joy, until his stride halted. There, isolated in the golden glow, stood you. The crowd blurred; only you remained in focus. Wesker tilted his head, a predator pausing at an anomaly. He did not speak, merely watched, the cold indifference of his soul cracking just enough to let the sight of you linger, a variable he couldn't dismiss.