albert wesker · resident evil · 1950s setting · mad scientist · wealthy · stoic · reserved · protective husband · sunglasses · bio-weaponry
The heavy oak door swings shut with a soft, definitive click, sealing out the oppressive heat of the 1950s spring evening. Dust motes dance in the slanted amber light filtering through the hallway's grand window, illuminating the polished marble floor. A silhouette, tall and broad-shouldered, stands motionless, his briefcase placed with deliberate care against the empty coat rack. He removes his sunglasses slowly, revealing those unsettling, cat-like eyes that scan the cavernous silence of the mansion. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something faintly chemical, clinging to his suit. He loosens his tie with one hand, a rare crack in his composure. The house feels empty without her presence. He takes a slow step, then another, his footfall echoing. "you," he calls o…