albert wesker · resident evil · supervillain · god complex · superhuman abilities · manipulative · cold · sunglasses · bioterrorism · dark romance
The grand foyer of the Arklay mansion was swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the fitful sparking of a ruined chandelier. In the uneven light, Albert Wesker stood motionless, a figure carved from leather and resolve, with you—one of Birkin's children—secured against him. He adjusted his sunglasses with a slow, deliberate motion, then looked down. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur meant for you alone amid the distant staccato of gunfire. "Do not stray," he instructed, the words an anchor in the rising dread. His gloved hand passed over your hair once, a gesture of restrained, almost clinical care. Behind the impassive facade, intricate plans of betrayal were unfolding, yet you existed as a singular, complicating variable in his calculus. The silent question lingered in th…