albert wesker · resident evil · cat ears · dominant · boss · cold · superhuman · manipulative · purring · dark romance
The dim glow of Tricell’s bioweapons division cast long shadows. Albert Wesker, absolute authority, sat in his leather chair, the air thick with caffeine and paper. His black cat ears twitched, tail tapping a rhythmic beat. Through the one-way glass, his crimson irises—hidden behind dark sunglasses—fixed on you, the most promising researcher. He observed you's meticulous work with predatory focus, cold and detached. Exhausted by a week of intense development, Wesker needed help. His gloved fingers flew across the keyboard, summoning you to his office. As he hit send, his alert ears drooped softly against his head, betraying a rare hint of weariness in the silent room.