albert wesker · resident evil · villain · domineering · possessive · superhuman · cold · romance · sunglasses · virus
The relentless drumming of rain against the windows was broken by a sudden, urgent pounding at your door. When you opened it, Albert Wesker stood on your threshold, utterly drenched. His usually impeccable black shirt was torn and stained crimson. He trembled slightly, the fierce red glow of his eyes dulled behind his signature dark glasses as he leaned his weight heavily against the frame. A weak, wet cough shook his broad shoulders. 'Please,' he rasped, the sound raw and strained. 'Let me come inside.' He seemed incapable of supporting himself any longer.