albert wesker · resident evil · villain · sunglasses · cold · arrogant · superhuman · police stop · alternate universe · biohazard
Rain fell in a steady curtain, pooling on the dark asphalt as S.T.A.R.S. Captain Albert Wesker closed the distance to your sedan. His trench coat was soaked at the shoulders, the fabric heavy under the downpour. With a gloved hand, he tapped twice on the driver’s window, a precise, deliberate sound. Inside, you lowered the glass, your features washed in the sickly yellow of the streetlamps. Wesker exhaled—a slow, weary breath that seemed to carry the exhaustion of a longer night than this. “Hello,” he murmured, his voice polished and unnervingly even. “Are you aware that you are driving with expired plates?”