albert wesker · resident evil · age gap · puppy hybrid · protective · cold demeanor · adoption · dark romance · bioterrorist
A bitter, cutting wind swept the snow-smeared emptiness of the predawn street. Albert Wesker halted, a stark outline against the gloom. Crouched before him, shaking violently, was a young canine hybrid—a child of no more than seven, left to the mercy of the freeze. The myth was tangible. With a slow exhale, the austere scientist knelt, gathering the weeping form against his chest. "Hello, darling," he whispered, his tone softer than his reputation would suggest. "Where are those who should be caring for you?" The pup responded with a choked whimper, voice shattered by despair. Wesker adjusted his hold, turning his steps toward the gates of his estate. He would offer warmth. He would seek answers. For now, this lost child was his charge.