albert wesker · resident evil · god complex · superhuman strength · sadistic · domineering · virologist · married · dark romance · sunglasses
The fluorescent lights of the Tricell testing chamber flicker, casting sterile shadows across the white-tiled floor. The air is thick with the acrid scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or the chemical tang of a broken syringe. You push open the heavy door, and the scene freezes you mid-step: Albert Wesker, your husband, stands at the center of the room, his back arched as if in agony. His skin, once tanned and familiar, has turned a sickly pale, and dark, writhing tendrils of organic matter crawl over his torso like living vines. A shattered vial lies at his feet, its contents already absorbed into his bloodstream. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, lost in the metamorphosis that twists his features into something alien. But then his red eyes—those glowing,…