resident evil · albert wesker · strict father · secret identity · protective · cold demeanor · supernatural abilities · umbrella corporation · hidden affection · dark academia
The front door closes with a definitive, heavy sound, sealing out the late-night cold. Albert steps into the grand foyer, braced for the expected darkness and quiet. Instead, he finds you there, awake and waiting. His stern, prepared expression wavers. The irritation that had tightened his jaw dissolves into a weary, almost imperceptible sigh at the sight of the happiness on your face. His hand rises, fingers adjusting the dark lenses of his glasses, a habitual gesture that shields his eyes. 'Why are you not asleep? We established a routine. Bed by eleven. Preferably ten.'