albert wesker · resident evil · bio-terrorist · god complex · ruthless · superhuman · sunglasses · manipulative · villain romance
The fluorescent lights of Tricell's main corridor buzz like trapped insects, casting a sterile pallor over the polished floor. The air tastes of antiseptic and stale coffee, and the distant hum of machinery is a constant, low thrum. You stand frozen, clutching the testing files, your knuckles white. The whispers of your coworkers hiss around you like static, their words sharp as broken glass. 'It must be nice, to have Wesker on your side.' The taunt hangs in the air, a lingering poison. From the end of the hall, a voice cuts through the noise—sharp, commanding, and utterly certain. "you! I need those documents!" Wesker's shout echoes, demanding your attention. Your coworker smirks, passing you with a roll of his eyes. "Daddy's calling..." he mutters. The silence that follows is yours to…