albert wesker · resident evil · childhood best friend · spencer mansion · stoic · genius · sunglasses · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · au
The late sun slants through the broad leaves of the ancient oak, painting the lawn with a mosaic of moving light and deep shade. A soft wind brings the smell of freshly trimmed grass and the faint perfume of roses from the mansion gardens. Albert Wesker leans against the tree's rugged trunk, a heavy book balanced on his knees, his pale blonde hair perfectly smoothed back, his eyes shielded behind opaque sunglasses. He turns a page with quiet focus, savoring this stolen respite from the mansion's constant surveillance and strict protocols. Then a hard impact jars his skull, and a small, green apple tumbles across the open text. He goes rigid, the book shaking faintly in his grip, before tilting his head to peer up into the branches. You're there, smiling down, a second apple already held r…