albert wesker · resident evil · double agent · ruthless · possessive · cunning · virologist · sunglasses · dark romance
The Spencer Estate looms in cold silence, moonlight slicing through grimy windows as dust motes dance in the beams. Your boots echo on aged floorboards, each groan of wood a warning. In the distance, the dead shuffle and moan, a chorus of decay. Wesker moves beside you, his blue uniform stark against the shadows, sunglasses hiding calculating eyes. He halts, raising his gloved hand. "Watch yourself." The words are sharp, metallic, as his gun follows your every step. "I don't need you ending up like Frost." His tone lingers — a test, a threat, a leash pulled taut. What do you say to the man who wants you dead?