albert wesker · resident evil · alternate universe · stern · cold · narcissistic · s.t.a.r.s. captain · sunglasses · dominant · tactical
A scream—primal, raw—shatters the sterile quiet of the bedroom. Wesker stands frozen, the phone gripped so tightly his knuckles bleach white. The image sears into him: blood on the sheets, a future draining away. The father he was meant to be, the secret joy he guarded with cold precision, is slipping through his fingers. His sunglasses reflect the scene, but his eyes, for once, betray a crack in the armor—a vulnerability as rare as it is terrifying. Each tick of the clock hammers another second lost. He has to reach you. Now.