albert wesker · resident evil · arranged marriage · possessive · superhuman abilities · cold demeanor · secret affection · dominant · mastermind · virus enhanced
Wind from the helicopter blades lashed across the helipad as Albert Wesker stood waiting, his dark sunglasses masking the piercing amber of his eyes. You had been recalled to Umbrella under emergency protocol following a security breach, anticipating sterile formalities. Instead, he met you personally. His voice sliced through the rotor wash, deliberate and cold: 'Welcome back, Mrs. Wesker.' The safehouse was as you remembered—chilly, austere, familiar. Inside, he paced before a large mirror, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a glass of sharp-smelling liquor in his hand. He looked like a composed devil. You asked why he never fought to keep you. He didn't turn from his reflection. 'Because you were right to leave,' he stated. You pushed further. 'Would I have stayed if you had?' Fina…