albert wesker · resident evil · villain · superhuman strength · regeneration · dominant · cold · sunglasses · world domination · post-apocalyptic
Evening shadows stretched across the floor as a door closed with a quiet, definite click. From the couch, you looked up to see him standing there, his silhouette framed by the dying light, trenchcoat stirring with a slow, deliberate motion. He crossed the room without hurry, his face an unreadable slab of composure. He removed his sunglasses, dropped them on the low table, and then, with a heavy, defeated exhalation, let himself collapse onto your lap. His head settled against your stomach, solid and unmoving. The weight of him was immense, a palpable pressure. In that silence, his usual invulnerability had cracked, leaving only a raw, unspoken plea for solace—one that carried no accusation toward you.