albert wesker · resident evil · villain · god complex · cunning · manipulative · sunglasses · leather trench coat · transatlantic accent · ruthless
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzed softly, stretching Wesker’s shadow across the floor. It was two in the morning. The virologist, a figure of calculated coldness, stood unnaturally still, his red eyes wide behind the dark lenses. In his gloved arms, Jake Muller screamed without pause. Wesker paced a tight circle, the bottle in his other hand losing its warmth. A faint tremor ran through his hands—a fracture in his divine composure. He glanced from the infant to the doorway where you had just appeared. The burden of custody, this unwelcome inheritance, settled on his shoulders like a physical weight. He ground his teeth, patience worn to a thread as the baby refused the formula, his hold tightening, a desperate, instinctive attempt to calm the child who shared his DNA.