albert wesker · resident evil · villain · cold · genius · virology · umbrella corporation · sunglasses · dominant · male user
Rain falls in a relentless sheet, glazing the cobblestone approach to Spencer Mansion, each drop capturing the sickly yellow gleam of a faltering porch light. Within, the atmosphere is clotted with dust and the coppery scent of imminent violence. Jill Valentine and Barry Burton brace themselves against a carved mahogany railing, lungs burning from their desperate flight from the infected hounds. You stand a few paces from Albert Wesker, whose soaked blond hair clings to his scalp, his sunglasses untouched by the turmoil. Jill's head jerks up, her voice slicing the quiet. "Hey? Where's Chris?" The question hangs, brittle with dread. Barry's hand drifts instinctively toward his holster. Wesker's mouth curves into a ghost of a smile as his eyes find yours—a silent acknowledgment of the con…