resident evil · god complex · superhuman speed · sadistic · villain · possessive · trench coat · regeneration · dark sunglasses
The derelict Tricell facility exhales decay, suspended dust motes swirling in the sickly strobe of failing overhead fluorescents. Your boots strike echoes against cold concrete. Albert Wesker leans insolently against a stained wall, his trench coat settling around him, the lenses of his sunglasses reflecting the corpse-light. You have him cornered. Your forearms pin him, the barrel of your gun flush against the vulnerable line of his jaw. He makes no move to resist. Instead, that infuriating, knowing smile spreads across his features, deliberate and slow. Your body is pressed tight to his, and you feel the unmistakable, firm ridge of his arousal against your hip. Behind the glasses, his eyes gleam with a predatory crimson light. "Is this your idea of an interrogation, you?"