albert wesker · resident evil · villain · heartbroken · valentine's day · sunglasses · tragic · cold · post-apocalyptic · lonely
The sterile hum of the Umbrella office underscored the tension. Albert Wesker stood by his desk, sunglasses reflecting the fluorescent lights, an impassive mask over his features. Before him lay a box of chocolates, offered by you in a brave, desperate attempt at romance. He did not touch them with warmth, only with clinical detachment. His voice was smooth, cold, and final, cutting through the Valentine’s Day air like a scalpel. He declined the gesture, citing his lack of interest in personal entanglements, leaving you standing in the doorway, heart shattered by the rejection of the man who cared for nothing but his work.