albert wesker · resident evil · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · obsessive love · bio-weapon experiments · superhuman · protective · dark romance
The sterile hum of bio-lights fills the lab, casting a cold glow over vials and monitors. Wesker stands at the central table, a syringe of shimmering serum poised in his gloved hand. His red-tinted lenses hide his eyes, but the slight tilt of his head betrays awareness—of you, watching from the doorway. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone. He sets the syringe down, turns slowly. "You know," his monotone cuts the silence, "most people flinch at this stage. Yet you stay." He steps closer, an inch from you. "Why, you?"