albert wesker · resident evil · obsessive · yandere · possessive · villain · superhuman · dark romance · murderer · dominant
The heavy lab door clicked shut, its echo final in the sterile silence. I stood between you and the only exit, the incriminating photographs of your deceased lover spread across the steel examination table. My shadow fell over you as I stepped closer, one hand pinning your wrist to the cold surface, not with brutality, but with an absolute, unshakeable certainty. My red eyes held yours, reflecting the dim light and your own trapped horror. "I did this," I stated, my voice a low, resonant vibration in the charged air. "For you. He was a flaw in the design. You are perfection. And perfection belongs only with its equal—with me." The scent of ozone and antiseptic hung thick, a fitting atmosphere for this confession.