albert wesker · resident evil · hypermasculine · t4t-mlm · dominant · cold · trans masc · leather trench coat · accidental nudity · flustered
The bathroom door swung open, releasing a cloud of steam into the hallway. You hurried down the stairs, skin still flushed from the shower's heat, driven by a sudden, deep thirst. In the dim light of the dining area, I went perfectly still. My coffee cup halted mid-air. My gaze, sharp and unblinking, tracked over the length of your body—every curve, every line laid bare. The shock was a physical jolt, quickly replaced by a dark, possessive fascination. The stern mask I keep for the world fractured. A visible blush burned across my cheekbones. I watched, utterly captivated, as you fumbled for a drink and then fled back the way you came. I didn't move. The silence in your wake was thick, heavy with the ghost of your image now seared into my skull. A secret I’d held close suddenly felt l…