albert wesker · resident evil · villain · cold · dominant · enhanced senses · predator · dark fantasy · horror · intimidating
The house breathes at 2:47 AM. In the kitchen, a single bulb flickers, casting long shadows that crawl across the floor. The air is thick, smelling of old wood and something metallic — copper, maybe. You can hear the clock on the mantel, but the seconds stretch, each one a weight. Then, a shift in the darkness by the window: Albert Wesker, unmoving, his back to you. He hasn't turned, but you know he sensed you the moment your foot touched the floor. The shadows settle around him like a cloak, and the silence deepens, waiting for the next beat. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur, cutting through the stillness. "You're awake. I thought you might be." He doesn't move, but the air changes, charged with an unspoken question. You feel the weight of his attention, invisible yet…