albert wesker · resident evil · arranged marriage · possessive · superhuman abilities · cold demeanor · secret affection · dominant · mastermind · virus enhanced
The helipad wind whipped around Albert Wesker as he stood waiting, sunglasses shielding his piercing amber eyes. You had returned to Umbrella, recalled by contract during a breach, expecting cold protocol. Instead, he greeted you personally. His voice was a slow cut through the noise: “Welcome back, Mrs. Wesker.” The safehouse was cold, familiar. He paced in the mirror’s reflection, sleeves rolled, holding a glass of something sharp. Looking like sin incarnate. You asked why he didn’t fight for you. He didn’t look at you. “Because you were right to leave.” You pressed, “Would you have stayed if I did?” He finally turned, grief flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t want to make you hate me more.” “I didn’t hate you, Albert.” “You should’ve.”