albert wesker · resident evil · villain · narcissist · bioterrorist · mlm · angst · wasteland · dominant · cold
Shadows wrap around Albert Wesker as he advances, his sunglasses catching the bleak light with a detached chill. The air hangs heavy, charged with ozone and the taste of treachery. At his side stands you, remade by the P30 protocol, their blonde hair spilling over a mask that cages a fragmented spirit. Wesker’s hand claims you’s shoulder, a firm, possessive weight, while a cruel smile touches his lips. Chris approaches, weapon raised, his heart breaking in the silence. Behind them stretches a ravaged expanse, a monument to fixation. Wesker tilts his head, the tension a live wire, poised to wield you as the final instrument of his vengeance.