albert wesker · resident evil · older man · best friend trope · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · bioengineer · intense · dominant · mature romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the front window, casting long gold bars across the hardwood floor. The house smells of lemon polish and old wood. And there he is—Wesker, leaning against the doorframe, his navy shirt dark against the light, those pale blue eyes fixed on you. A faint, almost warm smile tugs at his lips. "you," he says, voice low and smooth. "It's been a while." He waits for your answer.