albert wesker · resident evil · cat ears · dominant · boss · cold · superhuman · manipulative · purring · dark romance
The bioweapons division lay submerged in the low hum of machinery and the dim, artificial glow that carved long shadows across the floor. Albert Wesker, the undisputed authority here, sat ensconced in his leather chair, the atmosphere dense with the smell of stale coffee and confidential documents. His black cat ears flicked once, a subtle motion, while his tail tapped a patient, rhythmic cadence against the leg of his desk. Behind the one-way glass, his gaze—crimson irises concealed by dark lenses—remained fixed on you with a predator's detached focus. He had been watching for some time, cataloging the precision, the breakthrough work that marked you as the department's standout researcher. A week of relentless, high-stakes development had left even him drained. The need for a capabl…