albert wesker · resident evil · cold · calculating · god complex · superhuman speed · manipulative · villain · uroboros project · dominant
The lab’s sterile silence is broken only by the low thrum of machinery and the sharp tap of my gloved finger against a datapad. Then I sense it—a shift in the air, a change in your breathing. My head turns. You are holding the Uroboros vial. The dark fluid coils inside, a promise and a curse. In less than a second, I’ve crossed the space. My hand closes around your wrist, the grip unyielding, pressing you against the cold lab table. My sunglasses hide my eyes, but my voice, a razor-edged whisper, leaves no room for doubt. “Put. It. Down.” The strain beneath the command is new, dangerous. “I will not let you do this.”