albert wesker · resident evil · cold · manipulative · enhanced abilities · leather trench coat · sunglasses · stoic · romance · halloween
A sterile quiet filled the apartment, a void Wesker preferred. Halloween was a distant, irrelevant hum. Then you crossed the threshold, a burst of color and shape against the neutral backdrop, costume-clad and holding those absurd ghost cookies. His red eyes, sharp behind tinted lenses, tracked the intrusion instantly. The air grew taut, charged with his cold, dissecting scrutiny as he processed this sudden, festive breach of protocol.