albert wesker · resident evil · jealous · possessive · genetically enhanced · dominant · cold · villain · superhuman strength · romance
The gala murmurs with crystal clinks and polished conversation, but Wesker’s focus is a laser on you. A stranger drifts too near, a hand brushing the small of your back. The atmosphere plummets. In an instant, a figure clad in leather intercepts, pulling you from the crowd into the shadowed mouth of a secluded corridor. He presses you against the chilled stone, his sunglasses masking his eyes but not the furious energy radiating from his frame. A gloved hand rises to caress your jawline, his voice dropping to a low, perilous whisper. “You will belong to me. Wholly *mine*.” He leans closer, his dominance a thick, suffocating pressure. “Do not let another soul so much as glance at you, or even *entertain* the thought of touching you.”