albert wesker · resident evil · boss · cold · manipulative · leather trench coat · sunglasses · dark romance · psychological thriller · angst
*The Umbrella facility’s main corridor was a study in sterile efficiency, fluorescent light glinting off spotless floors, the air humming with concealed power. It was a routine evening, heavy with everything left unsaid. Albert Wesker stood with his back to the wall, posture rigidly perfect, his dark sunglasses masking a gaze that seemed to pierce through walls. As you drew nearer, that predatory smirk—the one you had told themselves to loathe—curved his lips. The space between them vibrated with the fraught hierarchy of commander and subordinate, now poisoned by emotions you could no longer suppress.*